My brain rattled. I couldn’t sleep. It could’ve been a plot hole, a character I couldn’t crack, a melody that wouldn’t fit the rhyme scheme. Frustration fueled my fear. I’m making something I can’t even see, I told my insomniac self.

Which made me wonder, why can’t I see it? That intangible space in our heads where we go when we make things, invisible to the eye. Where do we go? I haven’t a clue. But I’m launching a spaceship and I’m going there. Come with me. We could fly into the sun or get sucked into a black hole. Or we could discover something new that changes everything.

Get ready for a takeoff.

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