
Sleep has an oddly moral dimension.
Low clouds and cold rain. Our summery November has come to an end, and I’m excited to see my breath again.
Sleep has an oddly moral dimension: those with a clear conscience sleep like babies, and if someone behaves atrociously, we wonder how they sleep at night. When I tell people I cannot sleep, they ask what is wrong. Am I anxious about the future or haunted by my past? Am I eating poorly, drinking too much coffee, or watching scary movies before bed? No, I say, I’ve simply forgotten how to do it. Perhaps I sound like someone who claims they can’t remember how to walk.
The pulse of distant highway traffic in the rain is the most soothing sound I know.
Rod Modell – Cloud Over
Incense & Blacklight | PLOP, 2008 | Bandcamp
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