Sleep is one of the areas where my literary and clinical interests intersect. I have been collecting sleep-related passages from various texts as I have found them, and posting them on my other blog. For what its worth, I am going to reblog them here also.
“I sleep very little,” said Philip Taads. He was sitting in the same place as yesterday and wore a plain blue kimono. “Sleeping is senseless. A peculiar form of absence that has no meaning. One of all the people you are is resting, the others remain awake. The fewer people you are, the better you sleep.”
“If you don’t sleep, what do you do?”
“I sit here.”
