The blessings of insomnia are such that this bathrobe, this tea kettle, this magazine are imbued with equal parts hope and a kind of magical regard so that I ascribe to them, ironically, certain powers attendant upon which phenomena such as tenuous dawn pushing through the windows, bringing with it the officiousness of the morning’s birds, achieve a dismal, thoroughgoing, saturated comprehensibility.

Candace Nimms
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