Interesting, both me and the maître d' dissolve into dream space with an extended riff in the jazz I only know we return at the same time cuz we each reach for our phones, as if to say No, no I’m still here — I’m working. He is working. I’m not. But I have a train to catch and I can’t go too far from earth tho I desperately wish to. Beyond sleep. I want to go to NASA’s headquarters, the secret ones they don’t tell u about. In another galaxy.
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