i have been following you for a while now and i often fail to interpret your zines, instead simply appreciating the surrealist vibes. however, for the first time i think i get something here. i interpreted this one as a cost of having a creative mind, watching stories and ideas unfold and multiply beneath your eyelids as the numbers on the clock increase toward morning times and the adrenaline and excitement from creative novelty lead to that unfortunate crescendo of sleep deprivation. i've been there before, fixated on fantasy worlds until i realize i've morphed over into the next day. love your games and artwork. hope you're doing nicely.