I’m not really sure what it is about the eerily lonesome time of 3:30 in the morning but I find it painfully comforting. Maybe it’s because I can stand in the middle of a busy street and take a picture without disturbing a soul. Or perhaps, maybe it’s because within the silence that I can enjoy the simplicity of the city without (most of) the millions of advertisements, billboards, flashing lights and people vying for my attention at any other time.
It’s like being in the eye of the storm, knowing that the chaos is coming, yet also knowing that I can be right back in the comforting silence of street lights illuminating my path. A path that seems to be specifically drawn out for me alone despite the countless number of cars that drive over it daily.
Then again, maybe staying awake is just the only way to get my body to a resting point that allows my insatiable soul to sleep.