Translating Observation | Observation 4 | Noah Hodgson

I’m having trouble trying to sleep. As the night rolls on into morning still I lay here in the darkness, staring at the wall, making out the shape of my room through the darkness. It’s as if every subtle source of light shines like a floodlight; the orange off lights of my computer monitors pierce my eyelids like a knife through butter and the outline of the streetlights coming past the edges of my blinds force me to give up on the idea of getting to sleep at a reasonable time entirely. As I begin to stir the absolute silence is replaced by the sound of rain beginning to make contact with the roof, building from the soft pattering of small drops to a thunder of heavier impacts. I roll up the blinds of my window to appreciate the barrage of rain hitting the road outside, through the pristine illumination of a modern white LED street light. This is going to be a long night of solace.

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