Broadcasting from Way Station Qoph

"This is the threshold of life; this is the threshold of death. All is doubtful, all is mysterious, all is intoxicating" ~ Aleister Crowley, The Book of Thoth.

Late night at the 'office'. Nothing finished yet but closer to the goal. Tired. Words blurry. The last cigarette. A train wail passes briefly through thin walls. The final few drops of moonlight squeezed from the blood. Sleep soon. Feed the dreams the meat of the day. Tomorrow waits with all her urgent promises and casual heartbreaks.