Radio Silence

I open my eyes and the sun’s already too bright. My alarm—this ancient piece of shit—never went off even though I set it for eight. Monday morning and I’m supposed to feel ready, like I’m back in the world.

Truth is I disappeared for weeks. Completely off the grid without explanation. Anyone paying attention would’ve noticed the gap, and I’m sure some of you had opinions about it. I’d been running something online with Leni and Ines, but I stepped away to tunnel entirely into something new. An idea that arrived one afternoon fully formed and impossible to ignore. The kind of thing that could be worth everything or absolutely nothing. Too early to know.

I can’t talk about it. Not because I’m being coy—I just know that early ideas die if you expose them. They need to stay dark. So I disappeared for weeks, worked day and night to get my part done, handed it off to people with actual resources. People who might actually do something with it.

Now I’m waiting. Their move. I’m back, ready to rebuild whatever I was doing before.

This whole thing is basically me using a lot of words to tell you that I can’t actually tell you anything.

I open my eyes and the sun’s too bright. My alarm never rang. I’m back holding something cold and my phone, stepping into the light. The whole world should know it. For anyone who needs more, there’s a picture of a farting lizard. You’re welcome.