Ruminations of a reluctant insomniac
I am unable to sleep.
The incessant ticking of the Ikea wall clock provides no hypnotic effect, neither does ten milligrams of Temazepam coursing through my blood. Although to be fair, the clock’s internals are Made in China, and I’m past the estimated half-life of the drug.
I have recently finished the last exam for my Bachelor’s, and I am a contributor to the economic statistic of unemployment. On top of that, i will be leaving a country that allows me to put a suit on without going into hyperthermia.
I like my suits.
On the other hand, i will be returning to good food. That’s all I can say about my birth country - good food. Notice I did not call it “home”. I never felt at home anywhere. A nomad by nature. Perhaps that is why I have never really hung on to ideas or friends as hard as I should have. A case of fierce independence and attention-deficit disorder.
Back to my insomnia. It is a good time to think. It is a bad idea, since the doctor advises me to relax after taking the pills. But questions spring up, cheekily. Things like:
The Great Sphinx and the Parthenon are examples of engineering feats that astound us even today. Going forward a thousand years, what will be the 21st century’s puzzle to the future? What are we building that will endure the ages, that will provide a clue to our elegantly crude ways of life.
Is it easier to earn more money, or to disemburse oneself of the concept of money as worthiness?
I wish that I could have someone to discuss these with.
It’s 0115. I started this blog a few years back at 0344.
I recently came across a 2-year mountaineering training course. I would drop everything if i could afford the course expenses (~35,000 usd). The idea of getting away from all this. It’s tempting.
