attempting to sleep without pharmaceutical assistance… means i don’t sleep. rather than stay in bed and pretend, i am, strangely, awake and aware at 9 am. i have made breakfast and a fresh pot of coffee for the house. i am reading the new yorker, excitedly making my way towards a piece on hannah arendt (she’s a favorite of mine – thank you, professor davison). my housemate, recently returned from india, is awake as well, and i believe him to be also discombobulated. unusual angles of sunlight, rhythms of traffic, noises of this early hour. i ask myself, well, how did i get here?
get me off of this crazy thing… called morning.
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