I sit here. Weary. Eyes half open like a surprised Chinaman. It’s quarter to, half-past nine and I think to myself “I might fall asleep if I go to bed.” Cocooned in my doona. Head on my pillow. Curtains closed, hiding my soul. Drifting, fading, losing consciousness. The Land of Nod the next stop. Gulliver is not there; only Cain and my mind follows his feet. Time goes by. The curtains undrawn and like Moses, I don’t get to visit the Promised Land. Here I lie. Wide awake.
I Think, Therefore I Sin 