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I had a very unique experience with the 3:15 Experiment: not only was
this my first time around, but I was traveling as well. Because
I managed to write every single morning wherever I was in Europe, the
string of 3:15s forms a kind of travelogue of this trip. Each day I would
reset my Timex portable alarm clock, make sure it was adjusted for the
proper time zone, and at 3:15am roll over and write, regardless of who
I was waking up or where I was: hotel room, airplane, train. Many of them
were written in transit, and too many while I was wide awake.
I flew into Paris, took the Chunnel to London, visited Oxford, Woodstock,
Stonehenge. Took the ferry from Harwitch ("Har'itch") to Amsterdam,
from there to the Czech Republic. Long about Prague I hooked up with my
pal Danika, and we train-hopped from there to Cesky Krumlov, Budapest,
and Vienna (land of Wieners), from whence I moved on to Florence, Nice,
Lausanne, back to Vienna, and finally to Paris and out via a series of
night trains. What a rush.
What emerged was a sleepy diary that often doesn't make a lot of sense
except under the twilit hypnogogic state that gives it that unique sense
of the unconscious, as if written by another hand while the mind is still
dreaming. A marvelous experience, unrepeatable even if the route were
retraced.
Dukuji,
Tod McCoy
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