why I am still up and not sleeping:
- the thought of going to sleep soon is too delicate and wonderful in itself
- I do not wish to cease observing people crossing the road at this hour, from my bedroom window
- by procrastinating sleep I am procrastinating having to get up afterwards and start a new day, which will be no more exciting and probably even worse than previous days.
- every moment spend not reading Proust is a waste of life and breath
