Dray
I've spent my entire life being good at knowing things before other people do, which is exactly why it's so unsettling to sit in my own apartment at midnight completely unable to name what's actually happening in my own head.
The apartment doesn't help. It's quiet in the specific way spaces are quiet when they're built for one person and one person only — clean lines, minimal furniture, nothing on the walls except a single framed photo of the bike I rebuilt myself two summers ago, the one thing in this entire place I chose without anyone else's input or approval. Most nights the silence is exactly what I want. Tonight it feels like a room built specifically to make me sit with a question I don't have a ready answer for.
I ran the possibilities the way I run everything — methodicall
