My apartment is black. Pitch black. I keep it that way 24/7. I look outside when I see the clock strike 8 PM. Just out the side of the blackout curtain. Confirming nightfall.
Once dark. Totally dark. I go outside on my balcony, and I smoke cigarettes there for a bit. Then inside. Out again later.
Sometimes critters in the distance, sometimes raccoons/beavers lunging their way through the underground storm drain deal just adjacent to my balcony. I, too, a creature of nocturnal pleasure.
The energy gets strong at night. I remember the "digital nomad" wanna-be days of WIP.co and other sites where worldwide travelers built (or tried) apps that would either sink or swim - they were really just traveling while hammering JS and PHP. In those times, the "works in progress" and landing sites would go live or be "tested" at night - everything came "online" just past dusk.
But I have this energy regardless.
Tonight, I put together Issue 2 of the (new) zine "selfish approvals". I am happy with the current entries, more coming, always improving ("improving"? they're just thoughts)
10 downloads of issue 1 (on itch). Like keeping up.
~bartender, an espresso, if you will - and kill the lights
the detail about people testing sites at night is before my time, interesting little tidbit to know. nighttime is where you begin, undercover...
You've got me pondering a song spoof called "Nights In Dark Satin"....