Crippling hypersomnia slowly and silently steals life from me. It devours time and feasts on both day and night, never offering more than the fugue-laden awareness that eternally slips from my grasp. Here there exists a place between the sleeping and waking worlds. A liminal space – distorted and cruel.
‘The Mechanic of Sleep’ represents the warring tides of sleep and wake. A ravaged state of not being. A mind stranded between the two shores in a prison of ebb and flow.