Sleep provides a much needed breaking-point in time. It lets days be days.
Without that definitive mark of sleep between days, time kind of turns into an arbitrary mush.
Funny — time, sleep — and all the little things we do to keep our established constructs going.
I was tired when I got off work today. It’s kind of as though yesterday never ended.
I think I ask a lot of my brain, and so sometimes it speaks up and asks me to do it a favor in return. Like hiding from the world, or painting, or walking far…
…Far enough that my tracks are gone by the time I turn back.
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