What infects as the more deadly sickness, waking or sleep? Which poses more danger – the removed, hyper-dulled, desert psyche of the insomniac whose solipsistic nocturnal world disallows participation in the inherited routines of modern urban humanity, or the satiated masses content with the tedious leitmotif of day-to-day business, naïve and ignorant to the skulking tick-tock of inevitable, unpredictable mortality? Death lurks; the insomniac faces the monster of non-existence night after night in sharp clarity of sleeplessness, the mind having been stripped from cloying layers of daylight obligations.
