Awake at 4.00 AM – again. 4.00 AM, halfway through the night, it snaps in two. Half way through, the night breaks and I wake up. What time is it? Fumble for the alarm clock. That time again: 4.00 AM, four hours since I went to sleep, four hours until I wake up. Shown, now, is the articulation of the night, sleep’s hinge, the centre around which it turns.
I wake up; fumble for alarm clock. 4.00 AM – again. What to do? I’m awake. Light on. Book out. Ill Seen Ill Said – that gain. Ill See Ill Said – the book which awaits me at night’s turning point. 4.00 – 5.00 AM: night’s plateau. The plateau of the pre-morning. Read. And then lie half awake until the real morning. Half awake, half sleeping. I was on the plateau, and now I’m descending to the valley.
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