We're plunging into our last few hours now and things are getting pretty raw. Everything's funny and confusing.
We've got a bunch of songs coming together and we're set to romp home with some drums and vocals when the hour is more sociable. But now is a time for deep introspection. The window is rank with condensation and our stomachs are fighting to digest the last of the chipsticks and curry we ate a lifetime ago. Ben pushes pen across paper, Doug analyses ceiling, Heather wrestles her warmth inwards, and Dan pretends to be asleep. Wayne is a ghost of a man. We haven't seen him for days. His parting words callous and final. He is on a journey now.
In a couple of hours we will be loud on the buzz of a frantic countdown. We will congregate, smiles within all faces, swigging a morning coffee, celebrating each other's heroics.
But not yet.
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