No Nudges

it’s that sound.

the soft ding, the sound that something good could happen tonight. it means that You are awake, still, finally, at last. You are awake and so am I and here goes.

hey

hey

that’s how it starts, with three letters or a nudge and an inhalation so sharp the dog winces at the pitch.

awake?

yeah. but i should sleep

what’s sleep compared to damp hands on a keyboard and the flop sweat of anticipation waiting for the moment You get the joke, notice the status, commend the wit. what’s sleep compared to the moment You finally perceive the crushing pressure.

you aren’t gonna sleep

not yet

read this in a rush skipping every third letter because all that matters is reading between the lines. someone’s still waiting for the sound, a status update, a sign.

turn on your light, c’mon, turn on your light.

i’ll be up for a bit. got a paper to write

what’s the paper about

i don’t know yet. Something about memoirs and brain science

you always take the weirdest classes

gets the degree though

years pass this way. one conversation at a time, connecting and disconnecting. the messages can’t follow You home. there is no infinite scroll. each conversation is locked in local memory and destroyed each time You abandon the moment.

hey, this is great but I’ve been meaning to ask maybe we should meet up and talk some more in person.

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