7:30 a.m., bitter coffee daring me to care, Slate on screen, family drama in San Juan with Miguel’s usual chaos—medically hopeful, of course. Finished a track last night that actually might slap. Sleep’s a joke but residency at Veil and this heart? On the move. Quiet mornings taste different when “home” is just a word and music feels like it’s finally mine.

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