The Persistence of Memory, 1931. Salvador Dali I thought I had found the best way to rejuvenate myself after immersing myself deep into my studies during those long days of uncertainty before the public examinations. I would engage in short slumber breaks. Just as I would feel slowly being dragged into sleep, I would suddenly smack myself awake. I would curse myself for sleeping too long only to realise that I had hardly slept. I would, however, be feeling quite fresh by then and would abandon my plans to snooze. These short power naps were a game changer. They managed to fuel me to sail through all those trying times. I later came to learn is that that state was known as the hypnagogic state of sleep as we transit between wakefulness to sleep. And it was a normal phase of sleeping. Then one day, a friend who in his own mind thinks he is an interpreter of dreams ala-Freud, tried to analyse that sensation that I felt as the mind's indicator that it is in a consta...
It is all Mimesis