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it is late. some truly lovely people just left. there is thunder, and it rolls, blending, one into the next two. i'm slightly woozy, but in a way that just makes me feel very comfortable. it seems like my red chair is swallowing me, and that feels nice.
when understood as such, sleep deprivation is one of my favourite altered states. it is the only one in which i legitimately feel as if i could be channeling something else. in part, this is because i feel as if the time i am running on is not mine: i should be, and therefore am, unconscious; meanwhile, something else has borrowed this machine for some necessary purpose. sometimes i am bigger than i am.
speaking of which, the storm is billowing behind me in a stunning manner. (i am sitting before a window. my monitor was just specked with rain very slightly. it is time that i should be off. i am terribly excited about ending this in a parenthetical.)
when understood as such, sleep deprivation is one of my favourite altered states. it is the only one in which i legitimately feel as if i could be channeling something else. in part, this is because i feel as if the time i am running on is not mine: i should be, and therefore am, unconscious; meanwhile, something else has borrowed this machine for some necessary purpose. sometimes i am bigger than i am.
speaking of which, the storm is billowing behind me in a stunning manner. (i am sitting before a window. my monitor was just specked with rain very slightly. it is time that i should be off. i am terribly excited about ending this in a parenthetical.)
