Sleep

I love to sleep. In this life I will love it and enjoy it until death. Any thing that stops me from sleeping is evil: People with their sociability; the Cold of the night; having no way home; the Endless Party; having (kill me) 'work' to do for delivery in the morning. There are actual strategies for multiphasic sleep in order to sleep less! What foolishness. I like sleeping so much that, even when I wasn't allowed to sleep at the Job From Hell, I never once took down that poster off my wall, the one that says "I didn't go to work today, I don't think I'll go tomorrow, let's take charge of our lives and live for pleasure not pain." And while I agree with the message, what really moves me is the illustration of the lying man, relaxed against his pillow, truly knowing that he doesn't have to get up to do something for someone else, to do stuff he 'ought' to do, to start the machine that transforms time into paper. • I dreaded "looking for a job." Everyday I woke up, naturally, no alarm clock to dictate the 'right' hour to wake up, I knew and felt that looking for a job would be looking for a poison that would destroy my Daze. • I've learned to sleep with any noise, but I'm not a Snake, I am the Turtle, the Mole, I need warmth. I need my Cave. They'll bother me when I want to. I'll work only when it isn't work. I'll wake the the Day is ready for me, and when I feel like facing it. That is what I've been doing on this Journey, most of the time anyway, when I have the pleasure of only myself as company. Hotel rooms are nice, but everywhere really. How nice it is to wake up to an empty bed and lack of noise in the next room. That's where I'll return to, I need to. Bring me my Cave. Bring me my Cave. Bring my Cave to me. I must also move, if I want to be free. The price of freedom is peanuts.