November 1st, 2025, the last day of the writing marathon. Time: 19:24, Vienna.
Writing the night drive chapter made me time travel. With my feet still on the ground, I flew a great distance over the oceans and drove around in my blue Chevrolet Chevelle through sleeplessness and agony, and I am in awe of where it has brought me. I am so, so tired that I do not know how to make another sentence or think in terms of words. I wish I could speak in colors. I wish I were a dancer or a painter now, able to mark how I feel with colors and bodily movements. My manuscript is finished.
”Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done, that’s what I mean
And this old world, is a new world And a bold world for me,…”