I'm collecting beautiful objects.

A pair of shoes, some glasses, telephone, type writer, they are made from wood and felt with apparent stitches. Their delicate and finished appearances are friendly, and they are quiet. Stephanie made them and I will expose them in an exhibition. There’s this amazing blanket, its thick red felt with big white stitches. Wild animals are running on it. She smiles, I bend over a rock to reach her. My stomach compressed; hurts. “Stephanie, will you hold my hand? I cannot sleep.” She takes it, I fall asleep.

Albeit, this is not the script word-for-word, however I believe it captures it well enough. I can't find the actual script online, and I can't watch it right now for various reasons, so this will have to do until I can get my hands on Science of Sleep.

I can't sleep tonight. It could be nerves. I might be anxious.
Nobody's awake to talk to me right now.

Fuck I hate this damn spaceship.
I'm just counting down the days until the orbit lands me back home.
Until then, I will keep the key around my ankle.

I forget what it feels like to be normal.

And here's to all the insomniacs:

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