A sequel to Spectramnesia, the next stage of the infection, a condition beyond dreams. If Spectramnesia was about remembering what never happened, Insomniphoria is about being unable to stop remembering. The fever after the dream. The shiver of awareness that turns into vertigo.

It is a state of consciousness where wakefulness and hallucination merge, a lucid insomnia that dissolves the boundaries between perception, data, and divine malfunction. Each image is both a relic and a signal, a fragment of a memory that belongs to the network more than to me.

This collection exists where the human psyche mirrors the architecture of the digital. Like corrupted files and persistent cookies, thoughts replicate, mutate, and refuse to vanish. Blocks remember even what we try to forget. The web never sleeps, and neither do we. Insomniphoria is not a dream. It is what comes after, a cerebral paralysis where the body forgets how to fall asleep and the mind continues to simulate the act of dreaming while fully awake.

It is the confusion of thresholds, the exhaustion that becomes discovery, the moment when the dream builds itself into the absence of sleep.

It is the shiverish excitement of endless creation, the loss of coordination, the ecstatic fatigue of being too alive inside the circuit.

It is when memory becomes electricity and sleep becomes impossible.