i love late nights. how they amplify the senses, how everything becomes more fragile and meaningful with the silence. you get lost in whatever you're trying to do, and everything else melts quietly into the ground. it's like a blanket of soft static that covers everything that doesn't matter in your life, allowing you to concentrate with feverish color. eventually though, the my body drifts into a wispy plateau of dull sensations, mixing everything together into an intoxicating concoction that is distinctly late-night brewed. kampai, mi amigos y amigas.