not tired enough

My dinner was two peanut butter sandwiches

eaten about five minutes ago. The bread was fresh - when I cut into the loaf I messed up and one piece was very thin. The butter was fairly solid which meant I ended up putting a decent amount on the thicker slice.

As I bit into the bread I experienced a pang of recognition, linking with physical reality for what seemed like the first time today.

If more was known about being dead - it would be less frightening. If for instance you knew that it was like an eternal version of these days when nothing happens - boring maybe but not scary......

If more was known about sleep it would be more interesting and enticing. If I knew for certain I would have a memorable dream I'd be flat out now, my dog twitching and looking intellectual each time I changed position.

On nights like this my street looks like a stage set, or a reconstructed scene in a museum. And the windows , the windows , they are just crying out. But I'm too tired in the physical sense to pick up a brick.