Daysleeper

I tend to agree with Harold Erwin, it's simply an anecdote about modern life using a night shift stock broker to tell the story. There are some pretty interesting images though, which no one commented on. First the idea of him being a nightshift stock broker in the first place, or anyway someone who monitors the world markets while the rest of us are sleeping: "Hong Kong is present, Taipei awakes, all talk of circadian rhythm..." big movers on the asian stock exchange, they're just awakening at 3 am his time - money seems to be making the world go round. "I'm the screen, the blinding light...", he's become one with the machinery itself, it's blinded him to a sense of himself, but it's also blinding the world around him as we push further ahead in our quest for a global market. "I see today with newsprint fray..." of course, because the newspaper he's reading is really yesterday's, he's trapped in a kind of time warp, seeing "yesterday" as "today" while at the same time being several hours ahead of the rest of us in his knowledge of what's happening in the rest of the world. At any rate, he's left with a sense of boredom, emptiness and depression as he sits in his position of "godliness" and "overseer", a rather disillusioned diety, whose going to have to squeeze in between heaven and Valentine, by which I assumes he's talking about Valentine bed linens - a relatively famous Italian brand. He's being pulled back down from his ariel vision of mankind to earth by gravity, thus pulling him back into human form. "Don't wake me too much..." he does seem to prefer his state of quasi oblivion over that of having to face the reality of his failures - i.e. night shift stock broker, loner, loser. Aren't we all a little like him?