Tonight, I fell asleep while a former JPL scientist talked about the Cassini mission in the planetarium at the high school where I work. I didn't want to fall asleep, but I've been staying up these past few nights much longer than I should. There's just always so much information to absorb every day. I scrape through twitter for the interesting articles posted by the people I follow. I try to cultivate a healthy spread of topics in a link aggregator Google put together. I read statistical articles and think pieces and pithy jokes about politics. I watch youtube videos about science and sociology. I read books about anything in particular. I stay up too late. I run myself ragged trying to intake as much as I can, and more and more I feel like a foreigner in my own country, an immigrant from the fact-soaked nighttime, now out in the simplistic day. I rub shoulders with ignorance and shake hands with contentment, and return each night to find my mistress waiting for me, her arms warm and soft and glowing blue, an endless drip-feed of fascination.
Philip, Katy: go to sleep.
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And sleep holds its own fascination, half remembered vignettes of rational and irrational relationships, worlds of impossible physics, sights never seen through waking g eyes...
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful but I know you have trouble remembering your dreams.
ReplyDeleteMine, last night, was about a woman I've never met but somehow always loved saving me from a tumble-down army of kids. Who knows?