A story by Joel Lane from BLACK STATIC #19
A story of ‘sleep debt’ that I felt impelled to re-read. The story of Dennis and his sleep disorder and his search for his parents, or theirs for him, via the interchange of dream and reality, with many of the Lane-like tropes, including thoughtless profit-making employers. A Lane classic. Where the sleep mask as breathing aid – and this is something I had not seen before in this story till my ‘second time’ of reading it today on Christmas Eve – becomes, for me, in the story’s last sentence, not the dubiously plastic Halloween face-contraption that hid the features of Dennis’s face but, by inference, a veritable open-ended tabula rasa version of a Tardis to facilitate the wonders of the next journey. As well as all the other journeys that will follow it. Renewing the features that life had lost. A Whovian regeneration.
My previous review of this story in 2010 is shown in the first comment below.