Tim Barrus: What Has Night Got To Do With Sleep

I got lost in the hotel. It was a big hotel. Sometimes, I do not know where I am. I am not always aware of who I am, for that matter. Wearing the skin of someone else. I sat on the stairs waiting for someone to come by. Hopefulluy before the voices got way too mean again.






















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