Why I can't sleepI begin by thinking about my being a very old man; I continue by thinkingeach day might be the day where a lump or pain becomes something else,where the body turns its course against me, and that day will be a day ofdivision. Or perhaps there will be a night from which there is noawakening, and this remains deeply unimaginable. I continue by thinkingabout my family relationships, how I have to permanently sever ties withpeople who were dear to me, simply in order to psychically survive. Thisleads to a recent article on post-traumatic stress syndrome, the obduratecirculation of memories which become a permanent part of the psychiclandscape: something to trip over. After death they're meaningless, just