Chapter 67
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Private Message | EchoZone Internal Chat
From: DeadStrings
Subject: Insomnia
So apparently, according to my therapist, today is supposed to be the first day of the rest of my life. I guess someone forgot to send that memo to my brain. It’s almost four in the morning, and sleep is just another thing I’ve been circling without getting close.
I try to play some music, but everything sounds wrong, like someone else’s soundtrack bleeding into my thoughts. It’s as if whatever part of my brain that allows me to play has broken beyond repair.
Are you there?
Totally okay if you’re not. I know this is one of those “write it and close your eyes” kind of hours. But if by any chance you are around, I need a second opinion on something that’s been gnawing at me.
I heard this new U2 song—“Staring at the Sun.” And look, I tried. Really. But Bono almost made me yawn. Respectfully. It’s not bad, just . . . it’s like they’re trying to be profound but lost the map somewhere between “Zooropa” and enlightenment.
You’re the only person I know who might actually hear something I missed. There’s a line about denial and staring down the truth, but I’m not sure if I’m supposed to feel uplifted or like I’m being scolded with reverb.
What do I take from this?
Is there something hidden in there worth staying awake for?
Or should I just call it a night and blame the moon again?
Let me know. Or don’t. Just needed to send something out so the silence didn’t win.