There is a particular loneliness to making something new after midnight, when the room has gone quiet and every unfinished system starts to sound like a confession.
Sometimes that is the best possible time to keep going.
A brief fragment about solitary late-night work and the strange clarity it can bring.
There is a particular loneliness to making something new after midnight, when the room has gone quiet and every unfinished system starts to sound like a confession.
Sometimes that is the best possible time to keep going.