Skip to Content

Envisions: mind

the sound and the fury

William Faulkner 1954

I haven’t slept for weeks. It could be the inherent depression that accompanies the holidays combined with anxiety regarding the economy. Throw a little bit of heartache into the mix and even red wine and ambien fail to task. Sleep eludes me, the season of restlessness. Last night, that changed. And upon waking refreshed, I began immediate analysis of the surroundings that led to this success.

Perhaps it was that I found my brain again.