A sane man is a man who is fully awake. As he grows tired, he loses his ability to rise above dreams and delusions, and life becomes steadily more chaotic.
Like the looming snow clouds, an unspeakable fatigue and ennui lay heavily upon my mind.
A tired man is a man already in the grip of death and insanity.
Sometimes when you put your head down at the end of the day you know you’re so rooted you won’t dream a thing. Too tired to worry, too far gone to even work up a nightmare. That’s another five minutes of mercy there.