Cannot sleep between 4am and 6am. Very odd altogether. What’s happening between 4am and 6am that so appeals to my brain? I must have a chat to the birds and find out.
I wake with astonishing ideas in mind on completely useless things like how impractically to build a bookshelf. Or how to invent a bed that keeps the body only in one position (mousetrap bed) and other pointless entities that belong in outer space. Like visions of a garden I have not grown or sporting rebellion.
Last week I invented (realized after the fact) a completely new graveyard that I could practically plot and draw for you in this city … so vivid, utterly disappointing it does not exist. And it’s not exactly easy to just rustle up your own graveyard. A pumpkin pie maybe. A salad perhaps. …. but a graveyard on an average Monday. All a bit Charlie Brown.
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