That's it, then. After the weeks of worry and build-up, I've seen my dream life through to the end. Must admire the methodical thought behind it all. Woke last night with a start and the shot still ringing my ears, been up ever since.
Feel strangely hollow. Not because of the dreams, not really. Finally did it. The Cloud Atlas Sextet is done, surrounded here by butts of cigarettes and an abandoned bowl of Frosted Flakes. Not sure what to do now it's all said and done. Maybe tonight I'll sleep and sleep for hours. Think I'm about due that.