Homework sucks. It is now offically 12:04 AM, and I am still doing my homework. I have written 750 words on a topic, about nothing. There is nothing on the topic of pg.198 of the House of the Spirits. It doesn't even sound remotely exciting. Yet I have to write 1500 words on it. La-la-la.... I am going to sleep. Soon. As soon as I write 750 more words of nonsense. Absolute silence reigned, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was in the dream of a sleepwalker, in which he walked and walked without getting anywhere, always remaining in the same enchanted place, where time had stopped and where if you tried to touch the trees, which looked within a hands reach, you found only empty space. He had to make an effort to recover his usual state of mind, which was realistic and pragmatic. That's the quote. Part of it at least. I really like it though. I had a moment of magical realism like this. It was so amazing. I have a picture of it still. It was the one with the fields of wildflowers ontop of the mountains, covered by fog that would whisk you away into its midst, for as long as you would dare to follow its path. Good night.