I wasn’t consciously trying to do anything different. I started writing a sentence and fell back on the pillow exhausted.
“How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.”
Antonin Artaud
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