After my 3am existential ponderings, I decided I’d had enough and was going to bed. I lay there, staring through the blackness at the ceiling doing my best to will myself to sleep, feeling the crawl of seconds like ants in my veins with no sleep in sight. The longer I lay there the more the familiar feeling of revelation began to build. A slow bubble in the base of my brain like a witch’s cauldron coming to boil. My skin tightening and constricting as if it’s growing too tight. A slow itch ac...
Published on May 12, 2012 13:18