The morning. My waking nightmare. The time where the whole world forces me to go against my very being.
I want to be in bed.
I don’t sleep too easily, I often stay up well past 12 finding tedious things to occupy myself, web comics, videos, music, or updating a blog. For example. But when I finally decide on sleep it simply wont come, I understand there has to be a cooling down period, a time where all thoughts of tomorrow are swept away and the day before is cast into memory. But try as I might, an easy sleep eludes me.
It’s the constant gibberish that makes its way into my mind that keeps me awake, there is no shut down, one minute I’m thinking up new one liner jokes (which are swiftly forgotten). The next it’s an idea for what I consider a fantastic piece of art (last night was the thought of encasing intertwining strings inside a perspex cube). How does someone ever sleep with a world of random bouncing around like this? My solution, imagine the next day as if you had a super power. Works every time.
This explains why one day I say I want night-time and sunrise photos, but end up with none. My bed when I finally get to sleep, is the nicest place on Earth. And I will fight tooth and nail before I leave it. Recently however, this cycle was broken. I had an awful sleep, as usual, but I was out of the house near 2 hours early for work, camera on my back. I felt so sick of wanting, but not doing. So, I did. Sunrise was missed (just) but I didn’t care, I was out before most and cycling along, barely awake and planning on capturing images of people in the same state. This didn’t happen, but I might have got a very nice picture of a lamppost in the morning sun.
The point is, I managed to get up, get out and get some photos. And for that alone I’m pleased. I can whine about having no time (rhyme), but in the end, I can sleep when I’m dead. Problem with that is I bet memory foam wont feel so comfy.
