It's after midnight again, and I'm sitting in my study surfing the Internet and watching the blackness outside my window. I'm not tired; I can't sleep. There's no use trying, not yet, because I know I'll just lie there next to my wife, staring into the darkness of the bedroom and listening to her breathing. I make a few purchases from Amazon - things I can do without but seem to offer me something that I think I might need at some point. I read a Rilke poem on a writer friend's website and feel a clenching sensation in my chest. I wonder how long a person can survive on five hours' sleep a night, and then I remember how I basically wrote myself into hospital last month. Nothing makes sense to me right now but these words, this process of writing down my thoughts.
Somewhere outside, a car engine growls. Lights go off in the house across the way. The black shape of a cat slinks along the top of a stone wall. My eyes hurt. I wish I could go to sleep.
It's after midnight. Again.
It sounds like the beginning of a good story ;)
Perusing one of your interviews prior to finding this site, I noticed you made mention of your (ahem) romantic interest in the noble aquatic creature known as the...well, anyway...since you're up:
It's an article on manatee porn.
It might help you resolve your problem. Or exacerbate it beyond all rational boundaries.
That's a classic, David... :-)
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