I was floating again. Every time I held my breath I would drift higher and higher up - eventually it got quite worrying, as I wouldn’t have enough air to let out of my lungs to get back down. I needed to hold on to Earth, and did so by clinging to trees and lamposts while my feet swayed above me towards the sky.
at different hours in the night. Makes me able to keep track of their lives like a creeper, without having to be overwhelmed by too much data at once.
Time zones and night owls. Sounds like a reasonably acceptable band name.
and welcome back.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry