and then it occurred to me that sleep can be redefined. there are ways to make sleep into something voluminous and profound and constructive, something consequential and transforming. it doesn’t have to be downtime. it can be 8 hours of work of another kind. the liver needs it, needs you to replenish it, but you have to show up for it by sleeping or else you will miss it. you cannot afford to neglect the liver.
sleep is not something to be belittled or discarded. it can be the antidote to everything. sleep lost cannot be regained, but that’s why it is urgent. and i am late!
About The Lost Pedestrian
In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me).
My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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