A record of the adventures of James, who in his 31st year left the human world and came to the desert.

10.29.2002

The torpor persisted for at least another day. James became well-acquainted with the pattern of scattered bumps across his ceiling. In them he saw the faces of long-lost friends, girlfriends who never called him back, his dead father, a kangaroo, and scenes of mayhem.

He continued to look far into the abyss.