This is a short one. So that's nice. The next topic for Lahar is insomnia. The word count remains 2500. So I wrote this one about insomnia. Sort of. The idea is shoehorned in with a few others. I wrote the piece this morning so it is probably rushed. It will probably change but whatever, this is my submission for the month.
Hmm, what else is going on? I wore an entire outfit yesterday that was free(except underwear). I think I want to do this every Friday. Like the term Sunday Best, I think I will call an outfit composed entirely of free or gifted clothing my Friday Best.
Also: 1y = 12sy
By The Egg Party
Interview: Judy, Historian, approx 138y/o, 46sy/o.
Judy, when was the first time you used stasis?
A hundred years ago. I was 38.
How did your decision come about?
Many told me it was escapism. I agreed in part, believing I had tangible things to run from. I’ve had issues with insomnia all my life. My condition was exacerbated by PTSD after my time in the army. With those nightmares, I completely forgot what sleep was. I was slowly losing my mind, turning suicidal. After hearing about stasis from a friend, I had the idea to freeze myself until mental health treatments improved. Visiting the stasis clinic was my last option. When they ran down the technological risks I panicked. Instead of 20 years, I decided to stay in stasis for 3 weeks.
What was the first time like?
It changed me. I got a glimpse of what morning people talk about. I was reanimated and for the first time I felt truly rested. Like god re-digested me and had shat me out of his perfect asshole, new and pure.
So you did it again?
Yeah, I was addicted after the first hit. I had compensation from my service which provided me means to do so. That first year I went to sleep five times, each session increasing in length. I began meeting others who were addicted. I could see it in their eyes, a certain knowing. Started hanging around with a few of them, eventually syncing our cycles to wake for the last month of every year.
Correct, that’s what we called one other. We met in Detroit at a club called the Private Library. We chose the city as a joke — if we ended up in a dystopian future, Detroit would remain the same.
Does the Private Library still exist?
No, most members drifted. Personally, I needed change from those early days of hedonism. Back then I’d wake in the basement of the Library on the 1st —bought my own pod eventually— and I would take any and all drugs, staying awake for the month. I’d rediscover the world, party heavily, disgrace myself at annual family gatherings, before sleeping the rest of the year away.
Will you keep using stasis?
My mind changes but in this moment, yes. I take my path more seriously, as a proper historian and living record. I’m curious enough to enjoy each new future and patient enough to tell others about the past. But life has become fictional, strange, as if each year I catch up on my favourite series, Earth.
Best season so far?
2086. I lived quite comfortably after winning a billion off an ex. The fool thought rat-tails would never be fashionable.