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.