May 21st, 2003

Caspian

about insomnia

I can't sleep, it's one in the morning, and I am not asleep; I'm getting good that this. It's not a skill that is much demanded in the outside world, and yet I seem more and more to cultivate it. I'm not sure I securely remember when it was that sleep was not a thing pursued, hunted down with valerian and mantras and nytol. There has to be a use to all this wakefulness, yet all it does, in general terms, is unfit me for the daytime world. I am very tired of being tired. And tiredness leads to laxity, which leads to inadequacy and stupidity, and these three are most annoying.
And, it must be said, that a cat on the head really does not help.