The Stranger - Journal #6

1. I spend my days watching how the dwindling of color turns day into night.
2. What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap to freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was.
3. But I think it was a mistake to even consider the possibility
4.It was a mistake to let myself get carried away by such imaginings.
5. But naturally, you can't always be reasonable
6. There were two other tings I was always thinking about: the dawn and my appeal.
7. And so I spent my nights waiting for that dawn.
8. All day long there was the thought of my appeal
9. I was lying down, and I could tell from the golden glow in the sky that evening was coming on.
10. I was pardoned.