many of us feel sleep deprived day to day, never really having time to pull forth the dreams of children tricked into maturity with cheap promises of property and purpose. for our society and a delusion of direction, we barter our peace. we exist, divided down to our most common denominator, as something smeared between cosmic indifference and a desperate grasp at the tendrils of reality. we, as men, ask for only some kind of release from the monotony of sleep. we want a life void of not enough sleep, too much sleep, medicated sleep, and jobs that might as well be sleep.
relax, you are lost.
my best bud