(no subject)
Seems worth writing down that picking this place up seems to be doing me good already. One way or another, all the outlets which softly obsoleted it seem to be structured to rather effectively smother substantial introspection. And now here's some crazy oasis of comparative virtue.
But it's almost 3am & the biological chassis I ride is becoming scared of my recent tendency to arbitrarily disregard the whole concept of sleep. It's striking. When I was on holiday recently, I quickly/happily slipped into a normal 10-12 hours of sleep. Within a week of returning I reverted to a chaotic average of maybe 6.
Perhaps I was more awake during the days there. Perhaps the city is louder than it sounds.
Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.
Anyway, I am lifting myself up through this again. With unmistakable signs of rust.
But it's almost 3am & the biological chassis I ride is becoming scared of my recent tendency to arbitrarily disregard the whole concept of sleep. It's striking. When I was on holiday recently, I quickly/happily slipped into a normal 10-12 hours of sleep. Within a week of returning I reverted to a chaotic average of maybe 6.
Perhaps I was more awake during the days there. Perhaps the city is louder than it sounds.
Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.
Anyway, I am lifting myself up through this again. With unmistakable signs of rust.