"Tis now the very witching time of night..."
- Hamlet, Act III Sc. II
I'm pretty tired, but I don't want to sleep. My body's screaming at me to do so, my eyelid's feel heavy, like those lead aprons that the dentist puts on you to take an x-ray, my feet are cold; there's no real reason for me to be up.
By all accounts, it's pretty reasonable to say that I should go to sleep (Perchance to dream?)
Yeah, I know I must be tired when I'm making allusions to Shakespeare.
But for the most part, I think I do want to sleep. But the part of me that wants to stay awake, is the sole minority that I'm choosing to follow. Why?
Don't really know. I probably can't explain it at all, and even if I could, it wouldn't make any sense to anyone not in my current state right now.
So in place, here are some PostSecret postcards I came across.
About Me
- Erik
- To borrow a few words for a crappy introduction,
Let's assume you all know me, and I know all of you (all eight of you reading this, that is), and move forward with the this and thats. What follows can serve as a blurry haze of itinerary-style diary entries, random rants, unasked-for-opinions, and the like, which hopefully can serve as confessions of how underwhelmingly human I really am.
Most of my thoughts come to me at odd hours of the night when all of you are tucked into your beds.
“It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before..."
- Brian W. Aldiss
Disclaimer: I find the most interesting blogs to read are the ones that the blogger writes to him or herself. It feels like I'm peeking a little bit into their mindset and their paradigm of the world. And so, I'm not writing for anyone, but myself. Chances are, it'll be boring, lame, and/or occasionally reflective and maybe even insightful? Nah.
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