Jan 25, 2025
I honestly love working at 4am.
Sitting here getting awake at 2:30, the city is asleep and quiet and the world is mine for a moment. My empty gas station at 3am, lit in white buzzing florescents, occupied be the sole nightshift employee- where I get a drink and a pastry to start the day. My empty road lit liminally in orange as I and a few other headlights traverse the silent dark. My puffs of steam that escape from the sewer below, their plumes in the night are ghosts of other people's tasks; a hot shower being taken in those dorms maybe, or laundry being started. The warm cabin of my car is my own cockpit as I explore a silent world that for a moment gets to be my own.