In Minimalism You Make the Least Mistake

He was more to be envied than pitied, for his sleep was not a lull or an interval but sleep iteself which is the deep and hence sleeping ever deepening





deeper and deeper in sleep sleeping, the sleep of the deep in deepest sleep, at the nethermost depth of full slept, the deepest and sleepest sleep of sleep's sweet sleep.



He was asleep. He is alseep. He will be asleep.





Sleep. Sleep. Father, sleep, I beg you, for we who are awake are boiling in horror...