Oisín (OSH-EEN) was a warrior and a poet in Irish legend, and his name means little deer. He was taken to Tír na nÓg, where nobody grows old. Three years there were three hundred at home. He asked to go back anyway.
Youth is precious because it fades. That trade is still on offer, in smaller pieces: an hour in the data, a weekend on protocols, attention that used to go somewhere else.
You didn’t start tracking your sleep to become an analyst. You started because you wanted to feel better.
OSiAN does the work. You get the day.


