October 20, 2002 - Sunday
Should I not sleep, or not wake up?
Yesterday evening, as drowsiness descended, I began to remember the comfort of half-dreaming in a warm bed in a chilly room that morning, working out the details of a fascinating story line free from the distractions of consciousness.
I began to write—squeezing, wringing the memory drip by drop. A paragraph later, as the lines began to warm, the laptop locked up.