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Insomnitarium
Joined : 23 Jun, 2009
Genre: Artist
Country: Canada
| Name : | Tyler Makowski | |
| Member Type : | Artist | |
| Website URL: | http://www.tylermakowski.com | |
| Bio : | 300 sleepless nights. Exhaustion. Denial. Anger. Insanity. Hallucination. Disassociation. Hopelessness. It may be a friend, family member, coworker. Someone near you. Maybe no one even knows yet that there’s a ticking time-bomb waiting to go off next door, in the next room, in the next cubicle over. Maybe this person has already tried everything. Sleeping pills, tea, yoga. Maybe alcohol or illegal drugs. Night after night after night. Tossing. Turning. Watching the clock, counting the hours, minutes. Seconds. Agony. How many times driving home, nearly asleep at the wheel. Almost crossing the centerline into oncoming traffic, missing a stop sign, failing to notice a pedestrian crossing the road just ahead. What about work? Maybe this person works at a factory, power plant, hospital. Do lives depend on this person? Inside, this person is desperate or maybe so far beyond hope anymore to have lost that desperation. Maybe just waiting for the end. Outside, perhaps just seems worn, old beyond the years. Maybe even just sinks back in the shadows to go unnoticed. No way that this could ever end well. We shuffle along our daily lives never really sure of the people around us, too self-absorbed to stop and say a kind word, lend a hand, share a smile. Too involved with our MP3 players, blackberries, and grande extra-hot triple foam nonfat with an extra shot lattes to wake up and see the disaster approaching before it’s anything more than a smoldering crater having already dealt its destruction. Delivered its payload. Altered or destroyed lives. We stand around and muse. “What went wrong?” We point fingers and lay blame. We cash in. Some of us like to think we were a victim. Perfidious words dance merrily along forked tongues. Every day. In courts, news broadcasts and boardrooms. At the dining table, supermarket and our childrens’ schools. We hear things like “acted alone” and “economic bailout” and “threat to democracy” and allow ourselves to be placated with a smile. The voiceless majority. Maybe the sleeping majority? No. I think we are the sleepless majority. We wander through our lives dazed and listless like we haven’t seen a solid night’s sleep in months. Maybe we are awake, but really, we need to wake up. Do you hear the screaming from within your dreams? Or maybe all you hear are the shrieking curses of a booze-binge fueled rampage… Welcome to the insomnitarium. | |
| Last Login : | 16 Jul, 2009 | |
