“I wound up my clockwork sufficiently to tick out onto the waking streets and buzz a newspaper off the
sleep-deprived vendor. Like the rest of the poor in
sleep of the coming twenty-first century he was a money junkie, trading shut-eye for a tight fist. Nobody can afford to
sleep anymore. Do you realise how much it costs?”
–Disappearance I, Jeanette Winterson
I love my
sleep. Love the ritual of clean teeth, the gurgle of gargled water down the drain pipe. The shedding of clot (...)
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