I’m pretty absent today. I valiantly faced the day even when the angel of night forced my consciousness into the wee hours of this morning. Fatigue is something that I need to address and will require a concerted effort in self care to be able to nip it in the bud even if my conscious mind reels at the idea of sleep, which it sees as a waste of valuable time. I suffer at the hands of this veritable foe, as it claws at the shards of in-sight that it clambers to investigate without recourse to the collateral damage that lays strewn around edges of fluorescent luminance, as eyes weigh heavy in afternoon haze.

Do I live in an age where sleep is considered a weakness, something to be conquered as an initiation right of passage or a matter of survival? In many cases this is the case but of course my indulgence in conquering the last frontier of awareness in perpetual daylight is not aimed towards the corporate rungs or duty to mortgage lenders but rather a savage pursuit of  enlightenment that offers nothing as fruits of its labour other than a dullness of spirit in the corporate machine.

Perhaps it is a double edged sword, for every grain of sand I steal from the hourglass, a corresponding grain is lost, never to be returned.