These images were created during a week when insomnia stretched the nights into something longer than time itself. I was living in a horse barn in the Mississippi Delta, a place where the air was heavy with silence and the faint rustle of animals. Each night, I wandered the farm in hopes that walking might wear me down into sleep, but instead, I slipped further into wakefulness. What I encountered on these walks was less the physical landscape and more the strangeness of perception itself—shadows bending into figures, familiar paths dissolving into uncertainty, and the world around me becoming indistinguishable from the dreamlike states my mind was drifting through. The images attempt to hold that threshold space where reality and dream press against each other, where exhaustion makes the ordinary uncanny, and where the night reveals its quiet surrealities..