Sleepless Nights

Eliot Kersgaard
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Slowly tumbling through thick mist in spiral orbit of the Earth

The mist is more like the inside of a giant pillow with the skin removed

Some people, with the available fibers, manage to string each other together long enough to have tea while they gradually twist and contort in our orbital ballet

Some people look just as lost as me, absent from their destination but still content.

In the morning I find myself in my bed again, and I’m thirsty so I get a cup of water in the daylight. Make some coffee.

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