“I don’t measure a man’s success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.” George S. Patton”
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May 2011
I hope
that the world really does start to end on the 21st. Tomorrow, the 20th, is my birthday and the rapture would be an amazing birthday present.
Okay,
maybe I’m not feeling so good.
This is now
day four of no sleep. Feeling pretty good to be honest.
Thoughts on
my third day without sleep. Unintentionally, of course. Insomnia has a habit of randomly sneaking up on you, like a raccoon does when it waddles out from behind a bush while you’re taking out the trash at night.
My minds been blown to pieces from the constant growing realization that reality is a series of fantasies.Each fragment of sanity reflecting the person I used to be, the person I could have been. The more days go by the more dust that gathers,
hiding the memories of a time that never really was, but I wish it were still real to me like it was back then…
Sleep deprivation forces you to see the dream that you exist in while you’re awake…
Or maybe it’s vice versa…
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“Earth is what we make of it. I live on a planet inside my head on the planet inside my head. And so on. Earth forms and re-forms. In and out of our imaginations. All of humanity may be a specialized tissue, a disperse Cycloptic organ through which Gaia narcissistically checks herself out in the depths of space. We are simply along for the ride.”
—Dorion Sagan’s “Notes from the Holocene”
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