Kid

I see you sleeping with your pillow in your arms, and the pillow glows like a ghost — a small toy car in your hand, a relic from an early past.

Seeing this gives me pause and prompts several questions and answers. Do you know this is the best sleep you'll ever have? (No, you don't, and I want to protect you from this knowledge.)

Did my parents see this too when I slept? And melancholic, they wished for a better future, but they knew it was impossible, like me?

I really hope you don't have to use alcohol, benzos, or even worse things to shut your mind off night after night. Most people of my age do it now. And that's not their fault.

The world is as complex as ever, and riding it is no joke. Most people don't make ends meet, and those who do use a complex web of shell companies to protect what they have. And why can they do it? Past riches. A successful IPO. Luck. Blood.

So sleep, little kid. And let's hope we can prepare you for what's coming. (something neither of us has any idea or control over.)