One More Song

There's something magical about staying up too late listening to music—until you realize it's 2 am. You've gone down a rabbit hole of deep cuts, forgotten B-sides, and live performances from 1976 that you're suddenly emotionally invested in. One minute, you're just throwing on a song for nostalgia, and the next, you're staring at the ceiling, contemplating life, while Pink Floyd or The Doors transport you to another dimension. By 3 am, you're convinced you could write a think piece on Spill the Wine's true meaning; by 4 am, you're debating whether sleep is necessary. But hey, who needs rest when you've got one more song?