Writing is the perfect habit for the insomniac. It does not require the energy, like drawing or painting, to actually get up, to sit anywhere, to move anything but the slightest muscles and tendons of the finger. In fact, it benefits from the drunkenly honest electricity of being half asleep. That is when we think all that we can, and when we say what we want to (when we’re saying it to nobody). We can only be all-there when we are half-there. That is when and how we can get this false self out of the way.