But it is that wonderfully 'real' "human" business of being one - as one should be, unworried, pure state - nine hours sleep, after a few days of awaking too early at 04.30 just a few last things to do niggling away in the supposedly asleep mind.
When one has absolutely nothing at all niggling away - no distractions, no concerns, then sleep is for indeed 'processing' memories from the day before. It is a joyblissawakening manifested sweetness when one awakes with a face from the day before, which had been partly fogged out, blurry by the rest of the day.
( good art, Nolan, the only other picture i have had out in any of my ascetic spaces for 15 years... oh yes.. there was one ' sublime' at the Nolan shop.... and THE most perfect example of it...it.... the newluvvies gradially took over in The Marches 2017...18.... The Sid Nolan gallery pokey converted large barn, maximum 15 paintings...would be free .)
Yesterday..
And one face is high definition, upon 'awakening'... crystal clear as if one were sat at the Humber sandbanks looking down into the lines of muck ebbed and flowed by the tide... each one of her real person lines, chiselled into the memory banks overnight, because
she was worth remembering...
And a most quiet mind, no diversions, does its job right on cue in ones natural state, always