Insomnia. My most recent nightmare has triggered a nocturnal pensive marathon, there is no doubt I'm once again pulling an all-nighter, so I grab a coat and leave my room, I might as well lay on the grass tonight. It's been raining all day, but I don't mind the cold, I'm going to get drunk with the heavenly smell of the Earth, caging my soul in a windowless room made out of a starry ceiling and a smooth, wet lawn. Taking a deep breath, I proceed with my wander, still wondering about last night's dream, when I experienced my first death-like experience, only being reincarnated into a different body. I kept staring at my palms, not sure who they belong to. Are palms really that distinguishable, why can't I recognize my own DNA? I continued to explore myself by touching my features, I couldn't feel anything, what am I supposed to discover? They're mere valleys and mountains on a plain piece of skin.. The wrinkles are not deep enough for me to figure o...