It’s after midnight under a blood moon. An eclipse is hurling towards us through deep space at million miles an hour. Everything is at once silent and deafening. At this hour, under these conditions, there are two kinds of people in the world: those who are awake, and those who are not-awake.
“Do you ever get that feeling? When it all just starts moving through you at the speed of light?”
“You know. The euphoria of eternity.”
“No. I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I think that’s what keeps me awake at night more than anything else.”
“Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to be trapped in that mind of yours.”
“You have no idea.”: