Hyperballad

It is the driving on empty roads that does this to him, sends him to fantasy lands. Other people do it jogging or swimming or sitting on public transport; he does it drinving.

(...)

And he finds, weeks later, that he has developed another habit: he no longer follows the rythm of night and day, but sleeps when the urge takes him, catching a few hours at a time, here and there, be they light or dark.


Julia Leigh, The Hunter, Faber and Faber, 1999.