Insomnia is a special form of torture
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I’ve not told you everything, I’m afraid. Not so much a lie, more an omission.
You see, I had another blog. No, I won’t tell you where it is, I’m sorry.
But I just thought of it recently and I read through it for the first time in almost a year.
I slept another full four hours last night. I went to bed at three and woke up at seven. I wonder how long a body can last with so little sleep. There’s a line from Fight Club that goes, “With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.” That’s how my days and nights feel like. I’m not so much living in my world as existing in it.
Good god, nothing’s changed.
Location: midnight, leaving subway
Music: Can you tell me how we got in this situation?
NOTE: I shot this video last week when I was out every night. I’ve gotten some sleep since then. Thanks for the concern!
5 Replies to “Copies”
=(I can't sleep either.
It's chronic for me but I'm sure you will soon. You've just got a lot on your mind right now.Soon.