UNTITLED SLEEP * * * * * * * ...first I see yellows. Starbursts... long gold streamers falling into my iris. Then the reds start. Dull red, then it gets brighter. I've often wondered if the reds are what happen when light presses against the blood in the eyelids...like stained glass or something... * * * * * * * ...I get scared at night. So I play a little game with myself. I keep my eyes shut at all costs. No matter what horrible sound is going on outside. The dump truck at 4 am. The police sirens and strange creaks in my second-hand furniture. Even if my cat is gnawing on my chin. Eyes closed. If I peek, I lose. Then I have to start all over again... * * * * * * * ...I think about sleep constantly. When I'm driving to work, I have to put my seat in an upright position or I'll just zonk out in the middle of the highway. And at work it's even worse. I have to suck sunflower seeds to keep my eyes open. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with sleep. I get about eight hours a night. I know people that get half that and still manage to keep going... I think sleep is like a drug to me. I'm addicted. I crave it. I don't know why. I guess it's the feeling that nothing's going to get me. I can't fuck up while I'm sleeping. And no one can fuck with me... * * * * * * * ...My mattress has grooves that criss-cross, each groove a perfect hollow for my body, but the weird temperature fluctuations in the apartment make me roll back and forth, finding cool spots in the sheets. I roll the bedclothes up, yank them from their place between mattresss and boxspring, and I wake up in a pool of sweat, freezing. I can only sleep comfortably on the floor of the living room, or across the couch, when I still think I'm not asleep. I'm fading fast, but I still refuse the mattress...

INSTALLATION 12/05/03 & 12/06/03 :: CLIPS OF INSTALLATION :: TV #1 CLIP :: TV #2 CLIP :: TV #3 CLIP :: AUDIO FILES :: SPECIAL THANKS OUT-TAKES & OTHER FAILURES :: GLASSWORKS :: TEXTUALIZING :: GHOST :: BAD :: DRY MOUTH :: BACK DOOR :: TELL IT SLANT