Status Updates From Livro do Desassossego

what a fantastic existential dimension has sleep been given by the words of this crazy personality. you know those nights which loom heavy in your mind leading you to think deep, just hear these lines out: "I’m going to life’s bed wide awake, unaccompanied and without peace, in the ebb and flow of my confused consciousness, like two tides in the black night where the destinies of nostalgia and desolation meet."

the absolute crack this guy has instilled in his writing and all includes of how his sleeping makes him feel : like what do you mean, "my faint vision is fringed by a light far away", "the details of my daily life amorphously float on the surface of consciousness", "the quiet foam of a dirty sea, hovers behind my restless eyelids", i "breath, sighing, and my breathing happens - it isn't mine"????