The prospect of spending an entire hour with nobody but myself was a bit concerning. For clarity, Iâ€™m frequently alone, but I couldnâ€™t remember the last time I was â€œalone.â€? Usually thereâ€™s a dog or two panting, the drone of a radio in the background, the glow of a cellphone screen or, at the very least, the incessant hum of I-80. As I crammed in a set of malleable orange ear plugs and prepared to step into the float pod, I thought, â€œAlright me. Itâ€™s just you and me. Wait.