...while sitting on my blue thinking chair in the balcony, late at night when the streets are empty. While contemplating the vastness of the sky and the quiet stillness of the night. You really do have to hear yourself think once in a while.
Being the only person awake during the wee small hours of the evening gives me some modicum of happiness and makes me feel special, I just don't know how, or why. I guess it's because somehow I can delude myself that I own this entire neighbourhood, even for a mere handful of hours. And I guess I derive joy from not sharing this space with noisy humans, at least until they all wake up and pollute the place again with their meaningless noise.
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