Do dyslexic insomniacs lay awake at night and wonder if there is a dog?

Alright, alright – it’s an old joke but it still knocks me out. Colour me easily amused at this hour when sleep eludes me; the wee hours when I start pondering the meaning of it all, re-reading Anne Sexton and Victor Frankl and skimming some Jung, Sartre and Camus for good or bad measure (no [...]

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