“There was that same sense of being surrounded by the sleeping inhabitants of a waking world he had no interest in visiting or knowing, of dull business temporarily suspended, of futility and repetition soon to wake again.”
I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one more hour of sleep and live. If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity.
This is one of those comics that i draw at 4 am when i’m half asleep and i think everything is hilarious. I don’t really understand what i meant to say with this but it made me laugh a lot that my mom had to walk in and tell me to go to sleep.