Often, between 1 to 3 AM, I find the bed sheet tangling and untangling me. If the drunken first-year UQ students don’t wake me with their percussion performance of shopping trolley rides, then I construct my own insomnia; it takes form as something between a Socratic dialogue and Jens Lekman’s “An Argument with Myself”. Unfortunately, […]
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