Personal No. 8


I do not want to sleep. I hate sleeping.

I do not want to dream, to be falling in that black hole full of illusionary stories.

And then to get dragged desperately back to the reality in which none of those stories exists.

It is just an exhausting cycle, happening nights after nights.


Sometimes I think I have this problem: to distinguish dream and reality. Sometimes I really do not know in which ‘reality’ (if there ever was one) I am in.

I do not want to sleep. Do not prescribe me those pills, doctor. I do not want to sleep.

Suggested soundtrack: Moonlight – An Itanos by Harold O’Neal