Some nights I lie in bed half asleep, listening to the chattering in my own head. Different sets of voices overlap one another, as if I?m standing in line at the bank or the supermarket checkout queue as crowds of people bustle around me, relaying to each other their anecdotes and grievances and the details… Continue reading Fixing
Tag: sleep
Peeled, uncurling
I had a bath this morning, after sleeping like the dead and waking with the impression of crumpled linen on my face. The water was as hot as I could possibly stand and buried under clouds of white lavendar foam. With the bathroom door wide open, the back door ajar, the stereo full volume and… Continue reading Peeled, uncurling
The thing about The West Wing…
I’ve taken to getting up early and studying before midday. (‘Early’ being between 8am and 9:30am, and trust me, this is impressive.) I usually get an chapter or two of some convoluted postcolonial theory read, shoot off a couple of emails, find an article on the university databases and scribble a couple of paragraphs about… Continue reading The thing about The West Wing…