lucabrasi

I never sleep well at home. There's this combination of jetlag and nostalgia that leaves my heart racing at one in the morning. For the record, my normal state is a near torpor. My heart beats at a pace that's almost creepy. It beats, then pauses until you start to wonder whether it has stopped, then beats again. II breath slowly and deliberately regardles of exertion. At 11pm, I go to sleep. When things change, it freaks me out.

Home however--and when I say home I mean the place I inhabited 8 years ago--does something to me. Middle of the fucking night and I'm ready for a pickup football game. Hopefully I can relax.. enjoy christmas morning...