Wednesday 30 March 2011

...of insomnia

Sleep failed him more often now, not once or twice a week but four times, five. What did he do when this happened? He did not take long walks into the scrolling dawn. There was no friend he loved enough to harrow with a call. What was there to say? It was a matter of silences, not words.

[Cosmopolis, DeLillo, D.]

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