Crippling nightmare induced insomnia 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 nightmare, both sleeping and awake. A ravaged state of not being.
A mind stranded between the two shores in a prison of ebb and flow.