The Sleep of Reason
Contents ( 46)
- THE SLEEP OF REASON
- DAY 1
- Wednesday Morning
- DAY 1
- Wednesday Afternoon
- DAY 1
- Wednesday Evening
- DAY 2
- Thursday
- DAY 3
- Friday
- DAY 4
- Saturday
- DAY 5
- Sunday
- DAY 6
- Monday
- DAY 7
- Tuesday
- DAY 8
- Wednesday
- DAY 9
- Thursday
- DAY 10
- Friday
- DAY 11
- Saturday
- DAY 12
- Sunday
- DAY 13
- Monday
- DAY 14
- Tuesday
- DAY 15
- Wednesday
- DAY 16
- Thursday
- DAY 17
- Friday
- DAY 18
- Saturday Morning
- DAY 18
- Saturday Afternoon
- DAY 22
- Wednesday
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

THE
SLEEP
OF
REASON
David Derbyshire and Mark Rowley

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To Helena and Alison
‘The sleep of reason produces monsters.’
Francisco Goya
DAY 1
Wednesday Morning
Chilton Park, Kent
The queue had paused, so Zahra took the opportunity to close her eyes and listen. It was a game she had played as a young girl, and one she turned to regularly during the moments of tedium that occupied so much of her sixteen-year-old life. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her donkey jacket and focused. The clanking of the ride machinery, as if an iron bar was being dragged along kerbstones, dominated her soundscape, but not enough to drown out the barbs of the gobby group of girls behind her taking turns to damn each of their absent friends. She listened harder and caught the burble of a blackbird staking out its territory from the clump of young silver birches and evergreen shrubs planted alongside the queue.
They’d queued under the scruffy winter skies for more than an hour now, far longer than her brother Jawad had predicted, lurching forward, spreading out and then bunching up again like an immense concertina. Around them were miserable attempts to decorate the ride in fibreglass and concrete. An upturned telephone kiosk, now pink rather than poppy red, lay alongside a bored sabre-toothed tiger while, nearby, a blonde Viking stood proudly with one boot on the neck of a tentacled alien. For a theme park ride, the theme was a complete mystery, thought Zahra.