awakened.
on another note, how easy it has been for me to unplug and completely disconnect from the outside world. having connected with theoretical and artistic greats, and having completed in toto jonathan letham's you don't love me yet (purely pleasure reading), i am returning to a more acute, active, and creative bibliophile self, and what stribling has termed my "furious exciting words."
shut up in my barn owl's crow's nest, like so many mystics in their mountaintop caves, i revel in the solitude. my muse, so long silented by quietly droning electrical currents, has returned to me and the words once again freely flow from undammed floodgates. i have not cured, but rather regained, my insomnia--and have come to realize that for the last two, three, four years, i have neglected my natural body rhythms and adjusted to the codes of polite society. having withdrawn from these conventions, i luxuriate in the lavish quiet and solemnity of lonesome late night early morning hours when the world sleeps. no longer can i justly blame it on the time zone, my job, or sociability. i am face-to-face with it--i am a nighthawk, always was. i may not make for good bed company (at least not in sleep!), but can take solace in the fact that i will feed you tomatoes and radio wires, and retire to sheets safe and clean...but don't hate me when i get up to leave.
shut up in my barn owl's crow's nest, like so many mystics in their mountaintop caves, i revel in the solitude. my muse, so long silented by quietly droning electrical currents, has returned to me and the words once again freely flow from undammed floodgates. i have not cured, but rather regained, my insomnia--and have come to realize that for the last two, three, four years, i have neglected my natural body rhythms and adjusted to the codes of polite society. having withdrawn from these conventions, i luxuriate in the lavish quiet and solemnity of lonesome late night early morning hours when the world sleeps. no longer can i justly blame it on the time zone, my job, or sociability. i am face-to-face with it--i am a nighthawk, always was. i may not make for good bed company (at least not in sleep!), but can take solace in the fact that i will feed you tomatoes and radio wires, and retire to sheets safe and clean...but don't hate me when i get up to leave.