Things Everyone Goes Through

Are Easily Lost

Become Interesting When Missing

Become More Precious When They End

Borrow Importance From Scarcity

Care For The Self

Catch Up With You

Delay

Exist To Be Lost

Feel Like The Weekend

Feel Paper Thin

Forgive By Forgetting

Keep Talking After The Point

Lose An Hour

Name The Thing Too Soon

Nobody Notices Until They’re Missing

Occupy Time

Only Happen Asleep

Only Happen When You Stop

Quietly Decide Outcomes

Quietly Hold A Day Together

Quietly Shape A Day

Run Deep

sleep

napping

dad joke

apricot

bull

bulldozer

sleepwalking

snoring

dinosaur

beach

umbrella

girl

measurement

ruler

insomnia

sheep

shepherd

sleeping

one-liner

flight

albatross

trivia

hovering

bullfrog

dolphin

closing your eyes

koala

koala bear

walrus

sleeplessness

seal

my wife left me

trauma

3 a.m.

escapism

study

health

science

YouTube

night owl

waking up

academia

graduate student

graduate school

work

overwork

energy drink

pain

getting old

adulting

neck pain

peeing

waking up to pee

social media

Facebook

sleep deprivation

simulation

exhaustion

neighbor

barking

going to bed early

tiredness

is a bizarre activity where, while the sun is gone, one goes to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything one knows and understands and then when the sun returns, one resumes one's life.

People say, 'I'm going to sleep now,' as if it were nothing. But it's really a bizarre activity. 'For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I'm going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.' (George Carlin)

is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole.

a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.

Sleep, those little slices of death how I loathe them. Edgar Allan Poe

death

Sleep. . . Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death. . . (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

is a morsel of death borrowed to keep up and renew that part of life which has been exhausted by the day.

Sleep is a morsel of death borrowed to keep up and renew that part of life which has been exhausted by the day.' 4 It is our eternal foe... even when we are awake it possesses us partly. After all, what is to be expected of heads even the wisest of which is every night the scene of the strangest and the 'most senseless dreams, and which has to take up its meditations again on awakening from them'

is allowing gravity to hold us and recalibrate our neurons, composting the keen encounters of our waking hours (the tensions and terrors of our individual days), stirring them back, as dreams, into the sleeping substance of our muscles.

We sleep, allowing gravity to hold us, allowing Earth our larger body to recalibrate our neurons, composting the keen encounters of our waking hours (the tensions and terrors of our individual days), stirring them back, as dreams, into the sleeping substance of our muscles. (David Abram)

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