Sleep

When you think of it sleep is a palace or if your nights are fitful, a tower filled with cackling mad creatures who are out to get you. It's a momentous occasion. Hail the trumpets! Remember Dr. Foster when you were a kid, the troll with the fedora who was always about to leap out of the darkness. Speaking of which “ darkness” is the “piece d'occasion.” JFK purportedly could fall asleep anywhere but most people require lights out. It's at this point that the daily nocturnal journey begins. One literally lays down arms aka defenses. Anything can happen. The unintended consequences of oneiric flights of fancy are the stuff of legends like the headless horseman. Take Coleridge’s “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure- dome decree... ." You don’t just go to sleep. Sleep is hardly innocent. In fact it’s guilty of all manner of outrages—pillaging plundering. What does Donald Trump dream about?  What does he or any tyrant really want, in the end? 

and listen to "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac

and watch the trailer for Erotomania which will be featured in the Nihilist Film Festival