Notes from a Sleepless Night
Notes from a Sleepless Night
I came downstairs last night for a warm cup of milk to help ease my agitation. Before returning to bed I glanced at the clock on the radio 2:22. What might the meaning of 222 be if no clocks existed at all? What makes this moment special in the mechanistic construct of 222? Sleepily, I wonder, would I stop breathing if there were no 222? The answer is, of course not, 222 is not my flesh norâŚ
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