Sometimes my heart beats a bit faster or irregularly as if
my body is fighting back, clinging to wakefulness. Mostly,
though, I enjoy the feeling of the sleeping pill taking
hold, pulling me toward quietude. It is like foreplay with a pre-
dictable outcome. So unusual: that kind of kept promise.
Top Posts & Pages
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Posts from elsewhere
- Betrayal Throughout history, treachery and betrayal have been considered amongst the very worst offences. This fascinating study examines the impact of betrayal, revenge and the nature of forgievness
- Hope What is hope? In his autobiography, Miracles of Life, the writer J.G. Ballard offers an arresting case in point
- Letters Letters from the novelist Iris Murdoch to her mentor, the French surrealist Raymond Queneau
- Music and Memory To celebrate the launch of Granta 111: Going Back the magazine asked contributors for playlists of songs on the theme of memory
- Regret Regret is a short, evocative and achingly beautiful word; an elegy to lost possibilities
