October 14, 2015
In another time, one day is made up of 72 hours. But in this parallel time there is a boy who cannot find enough hours to do all that he desires. In his hurriedness, he misses valuable moments with valuable people. Sleep does not come easy, he is consumed by the need to use every minute in "sensible" ways. What happens is--he loses the capability to sit down, as in his body refuses to bend, it controls him and makes him walk, walk, walk. Move all the time. His days fold into each other. This boy, he craves sleep.