I admit I have not read the book – so sue me. I did see the movie, knowing what it was based on and knowing the premise. Damn hard movie to watch …which is probably why I’ve never tackled the book. It was far to reminiscent of what cycling is like (and yes I am actually smart enough to be in MENSA – deal with it…I have to)
It hit very close to home for me (as did A Beautiful Mind but I digress – which isn’t surprising as I haven’t got any sleep) Let me back track a moment if I may?
My sleep cycle has been sliding further and further into a nocturnal one. Night before last I tried to go to sleep at my current hour of bedding down (2am) and found I could not get to sleep. Knowing only too well how these nights can go, I didn’t bother pretending but got up and read. At 4am I tried again with success.
Last night I stayed up reading till 4am again (I was finishing a book and had got to the’ I can put it down now stage’ – unfortunately the book was King’s ‘The Dome’ so that stage came with still an normal sized novel of pages behind it) I closed the book – having read the last page of the acknowledgements (Reading King’s comments are sometimes even better then the book itself) and got up to go to bed.
Here is where we circle back to the beginning of the post and, in fact, the title itself.
As I headed for the stairs, I suddenly found myself with a quiet, still, and clear head.
No confusion,distraction,depression,mania,voices, sounds,colours, beeps,sprongs,whistles,coffee grinders,music,walruses or even a single misplaced concept.
I was thinking properly. I stood absolutly still for a moment, shocked by this moment of respite in the middle of a long cycle.
The sensation was amazing. I had never had it just – stop – before.
It was like living with cronich pain for so long you stop thinking about it and someone comes along and gives a serious pain medication but better!
I didn’t hesitate. So overjoyed to have this beautiful, ripe and poignent moment. I dashed to my laptop , flung open the lid and opened my current work in progress. From 4:30 am to 6:30 am, I edited and wrote and polished fifteen pages of writing. Tired but calmly elated to have worked again, I saved my work and got up.
I thought of bed but in another hour the animals would need to let out and feed. If I did it, that meant for a once my wife could sleep in. ( hey don’t get on my case – she’s the one that wanted them) so I decided to stay up the extra hour.
A waited for the sun to rise, and as the murky ink of blackness seeped away from the heavens, it seemed to creep into my brain.
Flower for Algernon – I felt it coming back – the process that usually takes a month or so to creep over me, fell like a heavy, wet, mouldy, blanket on my brain.
Still, I had that two hours – I danced with the angels for brief moment (actually I walked with a tough paranormal P.I. – pahtatoe – potaytoe)
Now, however, to finish up the story and tie up the lose ends (ha – as if) I will explain why I’ve had no sleep. Both myself and my patient wife thought it might be best if I just stayed awake and tried to reset my sleeping schedule as opposed to waking at say 3 and going to bed at four – if I can, I might actually get to do more then share a cup of coffee as we pass each on the way to/from the bed.
But oh boy it’s been a long day and this took my last gasping efforts of rational thought to get down – but I wanted to, for me, for you, and yes for the walrus in my head.