Shapeless Unease
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Sleep. Sleep. Like money, you only think about it when you have too little. Then you think about it all the time, and the less you have the more you think about it. It becomes the prism through which you see the world and nothing can exist except in relation to it.
Samantha Harvey’s insomnia arrived, seemingly, from nowhere; for a year she has spent her nights chasing slee...
Brought to you by Penguin.
Sleep. Sleep. Like money, you only think about it when you have too little. Then you think about it all the time, and the less you have the more you think about it. It becomes the prism through which you see the world and nothing can exist except in relation to it.
Samantha Harvey’s insomnia arrived, seemingly, from nowhere; for a year she has spent her nights chasing slee...
