The Art of Sleep

This was really interesting and captures what it’s like trying to fall asleep. It was funny, too, and as I was reading it in the library I had to stifle laughing at how real it is. There always is an annoying dog outside the window and there is always some profound thought that you always forget in a matter of minutes. The rambling was very real too, it was just like reading someone’s mind.

It’s funny how the narrator went from everything is futile to art is futile to everything is art. He walked the reader from a=b=c so a=c. He mentions some artists that we have talked about a little bit in class, like the artist who called a urinal a piece of art. And I’m sure that he meant to title this piece “The ART of Sleep” and says that art is futile then that everything is art. He is saying that sleep is art and art is everything and art is futile. Does that make sleep futile? To the narrator, sleep is hard to come by because he is “WIDE AWAKE.”

Then as it (I’m not sure what to call it… the prose?) the narrator rambles and rambles until he forgets his point and it just becomes something about a piano smashing onto the ground. At one point he said that he could never forget what he was thinking about but should write it down anyways, which he doesn’t. Then eventually forgets but still hears the dog whining. It’s like a cycle that started with the dog whining and ends with the dog whining.