sleep experiment

I have given up sleep for medical reasons that don't exist. I find it easier this way, just being awake all the time. That way I can look out of the window of my bedroom all day and watch the guy through the French windows across the gardens, kind of voyeuristically. All day he's there, all day and every day, just sitting at a table, apparently alone. He has silver hair at the table all day every day. I wonder what he's doing? I wonder what he's thinking? Perhaps he sleeps there. I imagine there to be insects swarming across the table, towards his body, waiting to consume it when he dies, if he isn't dead already, which he might be because he certainly doesn't move. At the weekend I saw a woman younger than him digging in her concrete garden, which seemed strange because a shovel cannot dig concrete. She never seems to speak to the man who might be dead. They are the original odd couple. He is there right now. His chair doesn't even look that comfortable.

social cannibals

I woke up to find three people eating my flesh. I thought they were my friends, and told them so.

"I thought you were my friends."

"We are mate."

"But I've just woken up to find you gorging on my flesh. Not only is it pretty odd, but it doesn't seem like an especially friendly thing to do. I mean come on guys, what's it all about?"

One of them took a big mouthful of my side and began to chew it thoughtfully.

"Try not to think about this too much," he said. "It's just something we like to do at weekends."

Bloody social cannibals.