bedsheets raze i need to pull them up over my head. all of them. all the way. until the warm walls i've made blow my own breath back in my face and whatever light the night has to give is gone. how did that become a thing? maybe it started when i was going to bed at the same time the rest of the world was waking up, and i needed to cocoon myself to create the illusion of darkness. then it became more about buying a lower noise floor with the only currency i couldn't carry with me outside of the house. all i know is it's hard to remember ever sleeping any other way. if you stood beside me while my brain was busy making movies, you wouldn't even know i was an actor on the set. 220821 what's it to you? who go blather from