Nothing absent about sleep anymore. No more curtain falling and the body rolling over eight hours later, refreshed. Sleep these days is a journey whose dreams have turned from the occasional pastoral into a cascade of lurid epics -- too many for me to feel rested. Let this be a warning. Let this be a lesson. Let this repetition represent a formal gearing down -- in advance of an inert conclusion. Zzzzzzzzkwzzzgrrrrzzz ... huh?
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