While on the subject of sleep…
I’m tortured by it. Initially I wanted nothing to do with it. I loved the night life - everything was so mysterious and begging to be explored. But later, it became about the dreams. In short, dreaming was one big taunt about a world I could never experience. I could see it and almost feel it but it was never mine to possess. I’d wake in the morning and lie in bed desperately trying to go back to the world I just left until finally giving up.
I don’t mind waiting rooms. Lobbies, hallways, trains, etc. I find too much comfort in the wait. I can easily sit in a chair and fall asleep in the middle of a crowd as long as I’m waiting for something.
I found my best sleep on the train ride from Chicago to Aurora. In the middle of dozens of people, I could let myself go completely and fall asleep. Defenseless and no desire to even bother with caring.
crying man can’t take it anymore this world is shit and the blood is on our hands.
Since my last post some things have changed as I’m now entering the hellscape of “social” everything and everywhere. The old standbys are still at the old places:
And my experimental glitch/degradation/memory tumblr still exists:
But now I’m adding and working on the following:
I am also looking into the following (not yet on):
I’m sure I’m missing some obvious ones that seem important in the desperate quest, however, I’m a bit tapped out right now. Research will continue and then there’s obviously this whole website complex of mine that’s a never ending saga.