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The Diary, Part 2
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Two years later, I was subletting a room in a flat in the Inner Sunset district in San Francisco. I’d fallen asleep—and that’s how I saw it. Sleep was a daily overpowering darkness I fought off as long as I could. It didn’t matter how exhausted I was; no matter how listless and failing my attention; ho…