There is a book by the Austrian writer Gert Jonke where the main character begins to commune with the statues of Vienna, they ask him: what is this thing, sleep? And so he shows them; he sleeps for hours, days months… the statues watch. it evidently was based on a period of his own life that he slept through, taking sleeping pills etc day after day.

I think about that story, but imagine the statues which would keep me company here, the monolithic forms of soviet soldiers and Bulgarian national heroes, and the black angel of Sofia…