Once upon a time I submitted myself to a fancy place under a certain Zauberberg to let the Alpine doctors cure me from insomnia.
Albertine visited me there one stormy day. After being stuck in a snowstorm we drank wine, ate and decided to go back there once we are old and sick, to nurse each other with cigarettes and terrible stories.
Neither of us eager to sleep, around 3 in the morning we had to find a way to stay away from the weird things insomniacs do. This set is the result. The moral of this story is:
Recycle your insomnia.