In William Gibson’s ‘Pattern Recognition’ the main protagonist suffers jet lag as they travel the world to conclude the novel’s narrative. The excuse for this time dislocation, that Gibson offers, is the soul needs more time to be reunited with the physical body. I’ve been feeling this separation acutely, my soul still trying to track me down from London, Kuala Lumpur to Sydney irrespective of the bed, host and location. In short I’ve not been sleeping well.
But last night in the 1930’s charm of the Binalong Hotel I slept like a baby. Freezing cold, no ensuit but absolute silence. I slept from 9pm until 6.30am.
My soul has finally arrived.