Couldn't sleep more than 6 AM. Every day, the same. What do you do then?
I've been reading, thinking, getting lost in the whitest spots of my ceiling. And then, when I cannot stand it anymore, I go to the kitchen, prepare coffee, and sit on the couch next to the windows, contemplating the sky and clouds until the caffeine hits and I start to write. Until I get tired, and then I open a book. Until I get distracted, and then I brush my teeth and clean my face, put some comfy clothes on, open my laptop, and get into work.
one of the best fictions i read this year. Short stories: The dangers of smoking in the bed by Mariana Enriquez
Essay: becoming an artwork by Boris Groys
