I've noticed over the past year or so that I seem to be able to do most of my best writing when I am very sleep-deprived. Biochemists, biologists, behaviorists, and possibly biobehaviorists, if such a label exists, could probably tell me exactly why. I ascribe it to the idea that the Universe is weird.
Right now, being extremely tired is getting me almost nowhere. Which probably proves more of the universe's weirdness.
Right now, being extremely tired is getting me almost nowhere. Which probably proves more of the universe's weirdness.
- Current Location:Home, sweet uncertain home
- Current Mood:sideways
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Some nights just before I drift off to sleep, I see (with my eyes shut)an almost endless stream of images (I want to grow up and be an artist... I am only 52 so there is lots of time). These images chance and morph as I watch them (no drugs involved btw). I suspect they are all the great works of art I never got to create.
I used think this was wierd till I was talking to Robert Pasternak about it. Seems his girlfriend/life partner has the same thing happen to her.