Author's Commentary
Just sat down and wrote it out. This is basically exactly what i wrote on the notebook with some corrected spelling and added grammar...
The idea of being tired doesn’t cross my mind anymore it encompasses it.
Sleep seems to remedy nothing, but gives me a chance to dream.
An accelerated place where days can be minutes and seconds are flexible;
I don’t obsess with the travels I sometimes take at night,
because reality seems more fulfilling—and painful and longer,
but the feelings are real and I can never escape them for they can follow me;
manifest and morph into different situations, people and colors
– vomit can be flowers; distance can be lying beside me in bed.
Flight is possible, but it seems superfluous because I can conjure it all instead;
Lucidity is perfect and if mastered consciousness would be worthless.
Experiments with the architecture of thought and perception seems meaningful,
though fruitless until reality as felt takes over; fluidity of feeling while awake
puts the painting into motion and gives the figures life—and the dreams lose substance.
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