I didn’t get much sleep last night despite being physically tired. I’d skip breakfast and have my lunch earlier and eat my dinner a lot later. I’m fascinated by the patterns we make on the bed sheets when we greet the dawn. Sheets that were neatly tucked in the night before are now loose and creased. Every line crossing each other and folding into another mark the landscape like a huge map without destinations and cities. This is a flagless state. Unconquered and untamed, the leftovers from the dreams we had. We take the safe and hide the wild.