When you wake up not knowing what day, what time of the day it is, or even when you actually went to sleep at all, that's when you tell yourself you either find your way out now or forever get sucked into the void of an abstract state of mind.
Over the past something close to three weeks now I've been forced to abandon sleeping at night. And just when we all could think that all nighters are exhausting, what would an "all-three-weeker" be? You tell me, because I really do not know.
Starting from short flashes of napping in an arbitrary order of locations, the kitchen stool, a bus stop, a classroom, backseat of cab number xxxxxx, my own bed, somebody else's floor. Just when everything starts to become more and more confusing your mind finally gets to a point where it rejects everything and nothing makes sense but nothing matters. You dream of things that are physically impossible, you start to believe they are in dreams, these dreams become lucid dreams, you wake up still believing the impossible is possible and vice versa.
My world is inside out and upside down.