it's all the same, when you can't sleep

ticking clocks, flashing electronics, a car alarm. all these things have their own cadence and none, by an absolute measure, are synchronous. this, however, changes when you can't sleep. an insomniac will coalesce these bings and bongs into a perfectly orchestrated waking nightmare so that everything is hitting at once. like chinese water torture, it's the rhythm that kills you. it's that moment of respite in between tiny alarm clocks where you go mad. and as you lay there, nothing will help.