I read German headlines at eight, I'm in or out of sleep

Maybe it's imagination – overexcited nerves in politically restless times. But when you look into the headlines, wailing and bubbling word bubbles and statutes come to you, in a brew that spreads a sweet and drowsy mist ... and you can't help but rub your eyes, pinch yourself, because you can't process so much nonsense at all and sort it out in a reasonable way. But maybe that's also the intention. That at some point, desperate and screaming, yo…