A memoir:

It was late in a land where ticking clocks served no purpose. The habitat of reality would circumvent a period to explain, but alas this was a place ruled only by the way of sun and stars. In the blackness of night it is time for bed and in the absence of dark we’ll awaken. Your biological clock will set accordingly to the ecological surroundings. Your watch is just a compass, dictating which direction is home.

I wrote fourteen pages worth of material for this blog while at the lake. I’d share, but that which is above is really all you need to know.