slumbering lungfish

It's my favorite thing, to sleep.
And when you're dead,
you don't get to sleep ever again.
Which means no more dreams.

Lungfish are muddy animals indigenous to parts of the Southern Hemisphere. These creatures live at the seam between two worlds, breathing in gasps at the surface of rivers. When the summer comes and the rivers dry up, they create their own world, a cocoon of mud and mucus, and they sleep in a form of torpor called estivation.

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Reading list. (please join us!)
Feb 11th Kafka, The Trial
18th Woolfe, A Room of One's Own
25th Woolfe, Mrs. Dalloway March 3 Lawrence, Lady Chatterly's Lover
10 Faulkner, Light in August
17 Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
SPRING BREAK
31 Camus, The Stranger
March: Homer, The Iliad
April 7 Beckett, Waiting for Godot
14 Heller, Catch-22
21 Garcia-Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude