Her mind is wide awake. She looks at the ticking wall clock, hanging solitarily on the cold, yellow wall: 3:17 in the morning. Similar sounds surround her. The mechanical whirls of the wind, the involuntary murmurs of the television, the restless howls of the evened atmosphere.
She shifts through the book that she's been reading for almost a month now. She sniffed through its tarnished pages while her peripheral vision sifts into the climax of an untitled programme. She ignores the details as she painstakingly recalls the last chapter she read.
Float and then after a little while, sink. There goes her mind: like molecules in a gaseous state. The music around her suddenly changed. She throws herself in the opposite position and then she proclaims, "Sleep can be tiring; sleep is for the weak."
Most scenarios have been amissed. Several instances have been overlooked. But not even a tinge of forgetfulness has taken place. She checks the time again, takes off her foggy glasses, and then she yawns. She doesn't fall asleep.
She writes and stays awake.
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Her mind is wide awake. She looks at the ticking wall clock, hanging solitarily on the cold, yellow wall: 3:17 in the morning. Similar sounds surround her. The mechanical whirls of the wind, the involuntary murmurs of the television, the restless howls of the evened atmosphere.
She shifts through the book that she's been reading for almost a month now. She sniffed through its tarnished pages while her peripheral vision sifts into the climax of an untitled programme. She ignores the details as she painstakingly recalls the last chapter she read.
Float and then after a little while, sink. There goes her mind: like molecules in a gaseous state. The music around her suddenly changed. She throws herself in the opposite position and then she proclaims, "Sleep can be tiring; sleep is for the weak."
Most scenarios have been amissed. Several instances have been overlooked. But not even a tinge of forgetfulness has taken place. She checks the time again, takes off her foggy glasses, and then she yawns. She doesn't fall asleep.
She writes and stays awake.
She shifts through the book that she's been reading for almost a month now. She sniffed through its tarnished pages while her peripheral vision sifts into the climax of an untitled programme. She ignores the details as she painstakingly recalls the last chapter she read.
Float and then after a little while, sink. There goes her mind: like molecules in a gaseous state. The music around her suddenly changed. She throws herself in the opposite position and then she proclaims, "Sleep can be tiring; sleep is for the weak."
Most scenarios have been amissed. Several instances have been overlooked. But not even a tinge of forgetfulness has taken place. She checks the time again, takes off her foggy glasses, and then she yawns. She doesn't fall asleep.
She writes and stays awake.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
