hackles

a lot of people feel sleep depraved in their regular jobs, never really having time to do the things that interested them as young starry-eyed tadpoles in the primordial ooze of possibility, divided down to their most common denominator of something smeared between apathy and grasping desperately at the tendrils and fringes of society for some kind of release from the monotony of not enough sleep, medicated sleep, and doing a job that might as well be sleep.