Equipped with a full pack of cigarettes and an undying appreciation for techno, I prepared myself for this review under somewhat unconventional circumstances. No stranger to the unreasonable hours of the night and the sense of ambivalence it evokes, I found myself clocking in at over 52 hours of no sleep. Although substantially unhealthy, I eventually concluded that this strange but encompassing state of clairvoyance would be the perfect blank canvas upon which to communicate and express the underlying crux of Gesaffelstein’s Aleph.