I get it now. Zombies. 3am. Your wife is out of town. The dog is restless. You’re staring out your telescope in the driveway.
It’s so late the neighbors don’t even know you’re weird. But R U?
“Born to be Wild” by Steppenwolf is on the radio right b4 dawn and you’re the only one that notices the ISS sailing across the sky.
So who do you tell?
Not everyone will understand.