He is awake.

For the first time in months, he is awake. Middle of the night, center of his universe.

Cosmic realizations. They are spelled out in the stars that swerving headlights tend to block out.

His guitar string snapped, the thinnest, lightest of strings.

Only now does he remember that strings are replaceable.

No matter how thin and fragile. And things will ring out once again.

Sooner than he might think.