Out in the world, no one sleeps. No one, no one.No one sleeps.—Federico García Lorca, "Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)"Madrid 2007. Sometime after 3 am. In six hours, I'll be discussing the ... [+]
I muse my bed deep think to the ceiling I hungry the biscuit tin lazy the sofa watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies I worry a text riot emojis laugh and cry and laugh and cry until I'm all wrung out sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open the car door at high speed just to see what happens