I just can’t get the title out of my head.
Sleep has her House. Sleep has HER house. HER house. HER.
Like, just categorizing the process of slowly going through a necessary deprivation of your own senses as something inherently female is a lot to me.
The house being obviously the world around us. But of course, not just Earth, in Barley's images, is also the universe. You just don’t shoot the night sky and expose it over the shadow…