Hi Sleepy.

I start somewhere near a phone. Or maybe in the absence of one. I circle around how we look at screens to escape a world that doesn’t quite fit its own stories anymore. Then I drift. Into Jack Bauer, into old TV rhythms, into the idea that maybe we’ve lost the space in between things. The grey. The place where nothing has to be decided.

You’re there, somewhere between listening and not listening. Maybe under a pillow. Maybe just next to me.

I talk about getting older without really understanding what that means. About identity crises that arrive like seasons, whether invited or not. About the quiet wish to still be moving, even when everything feels a bit heavier.

At some point we leave Earth. Not in any practical way. Just enough to look back at it. A small thought about space, about hope, about being a piece of monkey that builds machines and feelings at the same time. And crying a little without fully knowing why.

You don’t have to follow. You can let it pass. Let it blur. Let it become something else entirely as you drift off to sleep.

It is what it is. What happens, happens.

Sleep Tight!

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