Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night, 2am,3am, and I’ll just go out.Go for a drive,look for victims, basic shit.
There is an entire society moving around at night.
There is an entire section of people that have completely given up on the sunlight. Stacking boxes, driving trucks, loading up store shelves.
Bakers and security guards, deliverymen and good old fashioned streetwalkers,,,,so many, even here, even where I am.
That was my 20’s.Fuck the world and the sunshine, I want to be out with those people, I want to be with the vampires.
The brain for sure works better late at night, at least mine does.
Sooooo,,, you zoom out.
I was happier at night, but the money is in the daytime. OR, these people live at night because the money is better for them, so they actually choose a little money over being part of waking society. They trade the sunlight for a few more bucks an hour. (or they’re on drugs)…
I might actually be happier at night, stocking shelves or something. If I think back,,”when did I become miserable?”
mmmmmmm, maybe when I forced myself to exist with the Sun. Shit crept in like a cancer. Over years and years. I still like the night, I miss living in it, miss the sounds “rural and urban”. Cicadas, garbage trucks, just seems uhhhh, more stereo, I really like stereo production and it stimulates my ears. Probably tied to childhood. Hearing the insects out in the country.Fireflies for the eyes, countless bugs for the ears.
I’m only faking it in the daytime
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