It's 3:23 AM and I definitely should have been in bed about 2 (or 3, or 4) hours ago, but I don't know. Some nights it is like there is this force keeping me awake, saying "no, don't fall a sleep just yet. There's still important work to be done."
There is something really special about this dead time of night. No one is awake in my apartment building. There is no traffic to hear and there is nothing to do but sit at home and be alone. It's really special, and I think these are the moments I'll miss the most when I have a family. The pure singularity of being 20-something and alone at 3:30 AM.
It's humbling and purifying and enlightening.
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