The New York Times, March 29, 2010 Drip, drip, drip — that’s what insomniac thoughts feel like, a leaky faucet behind the eyes. Last night the ideas were plinking; forehead-pounding regrets over past deeds, horrid fantasies, car crashes of expectations, unrealizable longings. It’s sheer torture. I don’t deserve it! Drip: Or maybe I do. For… Continue lendo “Counting the ‘Blessings’ of Insomnia” (Gordon Marino)
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