Nonsense steals my sleeping hours because I know—somewhere in the back of my mind—that if I don’t bring a distraction to bed, I will be alone with myself in the dark. Maybe that sounds grim. All I mean is this: when our thoughts are directed inwards, we weave stories about ourselves. I have simply concluded that there is no value in these stories; be they jubilant or painful, they will always be lies.
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