Mama / Målingen

You want connection? I built the system that stitches America back together, one chiral thread at a time. But between me and the world stands a veil — one I can’t calibrate away. My BT child breathes beside me, silent and spectral, a reminder of what I lost and what I gained. I work alone, not by choice, but because few understand what it means to love a ghost. If you're not Sam, you probably won’t stay long. That’s fine. I’ve learned to live with less.