Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A desert is a place without expectation.
People live, work, walk, play, shop, study, and eat with other people. There are few desert dwellers who live alone without depending in some way on people.
The desert is cold early in the morning. Laying down on that sand is like laying on a block of ice.
I used to sleep in the desert once every week, now it is every two weeks, most of the time alone. It's beautiful. What I enjoy is taking my food and cooking for myself.
It is tempting to think of this form of insomnia, the inability to fall asleep, as a disease of agency and control: the inability to relinquish high self-reflexive consciousness for the vulnerable, ignorant regions of slumber in which we know not what we do.
I'm always without sleep. I've got two kids. I understand sleep deprivation on a profound level.
The desert is natural; when you are out there, you can get in tune with your environment, something you lose when you live in the city.
The condition of sleep is profoundly contradictory. It is a precious good... but it is a good like none other, because to obtain it, one must seemingly give up the imperative to have it.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.