3.23. Insomnia. I couldn’t get no sleep.

Deep in the bewitching hour, I found myself hacking at the coalface in the darkness as the rest of the house on the sedentary estate slept. My mind was racing like the midnight bike racers on the dual carriageway a slingshot of a beach pebble away.

Time to commit words to the mainframe.

Beirut’s ‘Riptide’ night swimming through my half inched headphones was all the company required in the shadows, as I embraced the peace and solitude like a long lost brother. A hard fought peace of a balanced nervous system no amount of inflation defying crypto could purchase.

Time to power-up the device.

Beyond the unscalable walls of this darkness visible, the great unravelling was taking place at the nearby 5G tower, spitting out more memes and meta noise than an audience of punk rockers on a high tide of pink champagne. The deep scrolling was stemming the flow of the grafting at my craft.

Time to reset. Time to focus.

And, as the blog ended with a full stop, tap of the screen and index finger power down, the deafening silence in the dark empty room grew into a crescendo wave peak, crashing over and dragging my fading mind and body towards the inviting deeper open waters of sleep.