For some time, an inability to sleep kept me awake at night. I lay in bed caught within the cyclical patterns of my mind. Adrift amongst thoughts of the past or the future, I was lost in a sense of time that was anywhere but the present. I took to walking the streets as a way to dispel those thoughts and get me through the night. As others slept I walked and the emptiness of the streets helped empty my mind. I began to venture beyond the periphery of the city into the wilderness. There, facing the absolute darkness of the night, my mind became present and I was overcome by a desire to sleep.
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