Here's a photo from the wayback. I have no recollection of who he is or what he was doing. I feel like he was a panhandler who approached my car, but I seriously can't remember where this was taken. But here he is, old Zinc Nose immortalized.
I don't feel I slept at all last night. I went to bed early and was there for a full eight hours, but my dreams were too rapid and disconcerting. In every one, I remember being distressed.
I will have to go back to bed. There are no options.
The last thing I heard before I went to bed last night was this. Maybe there is a connection between it and my dreams, but I can't make the connection.