Insomnia has a sound. Usually it's something like a hollow wooden tick-tick-tick – the sound of a clock – or sometimes it's a faint metallic noise, mercury dripping into a rusty bucket of lukewarm pond water. It's a frustrating sound because you can't really put your finger on exactly what it is, but when the angels of sleep won't come, that sound is there.
In New York City, where I am tonight, an alley cat outside my studio window is howling holy hell for a mate. It's summertime in...
Published on July 09, 2010 10:32