Asleep in the night. Some people are passing by outside the squat in 330 Commercial Road, walking about 30 or more feet away walking eastward. My deep sleep shuts down and opens, clear as a radio, listens to the conversation of passers by. The talk would normally be too far away to be heard; an amplification of sound takes place inside the brain and makes the conversation seem nearer and clearer. In the morning I attempt to record the strange experience as a drawing; my Radio Head.
Disturbed sleep experiences.
Wake up in the morning/persperation. The wall is a surface/unpapered/non-illusary. To see beneath the surface, to dream. A man looking at a surface and dreaming. To wake up from the night/from dreaming to stand on the mtress and press warm body against wall. Bones and wall are one/flesh and matress another. The room is cool. The mattress and flesh are warm/bones and wall are cold. This seperation from warm and cold, flesh and bone, ilusion and surface, night and reality. The surface is covered in white paint. The paint is as cold as the wall, even if it conveyed an illusion, it is a surface even if it depicted spatial design. A dream comes from some death (like a lantern fish). Can you pass your fingers through it, or is it a surface. It is not illusory, it is real, living, working, and working, (or is it the thinking, illusory sound where do dream sounds come from – real of imaginary?
As a person who has suffered from sleepwalking since childhood, here I imagine a twin who watches over me.