honestly? the night intrigues me.
even at this very moment that i write this, it is four minutes after three in the morning.
am i tired? yes.
what am i doing still awake to write this? i don’t know.
i think that there’s a certain aspect to the internet that i wait up for, something that doesn’t show until it is so ridiculously late at night.
…it’s hard to explain.

i dare say that i sometimes dwell in the loneliness,
the serenity, the silence that surrounds me at 3 AM.
i enjoy the paradox:
the contradiction of being on the internet, of being connected to the whole world --
and yet having no one to talk to.
it almost seems like a depressing thought,
but to me, it’s one of those things that seems depressing only on the surface,
because the real thing is just too deep for the human mind to comprehend.
i believe that it’s a reminder that there is a whole world of things bigger than ourselves,
and that though you might be the only one here in new york who’s awake,
there’s a whole half of a world on the other side attending to its own business.
there is a world that is more important than our own “problems,” our drama, our stress.

and i feel that we need that reminder in order to keep ourselves on the right track --
you have to keep reminding yourself that when compared to the universe, you are close to nothing,
because if you underestimate the world, you can never conquer it