In this year, as in the last, I spend most nights driving alone, enjoying the silence.
The day after Christmas is strange, because the world is not fully awake yet, but all the stores are still open. There are some beautiful sunsets lately.
I don’t care for Christmas, or any holidays, since working a desk job. They lose their meaning. Since the roads were empty, I drove.
Back in the 1990s, during high school, I would often spend much of the night awake. The soundtrack of that period was the electronic music of the time and MIDI game music. I spent nights blasting trance and playing video games, looking into conspiracy theories, or whatever. I’ve been doing that again lately.
The moon was nearly full, and the sky was cloudy, perfect for a long-exposure shot. Nights like this, you can almost see the blackness of space behind the clouds.
Tonight, I had one of my regular night drives, and ended up around the area where I used to work.
I’m going camping, so the workweek is short. I don’t like disrupting routine, so I’m dreading this trip, even though it’s a vacation. After the trip itself has become a routine, I’ll dread coming back.
I get a lot of work done during the week, and miss a lot of sleep, and get too much sleep done on the weekends, so I always come to this point, sometime near the end of Sunday, where I feel the entire break’s been wasted. I don’t know if it’s because of or in spite of schedules.
I prefer the night. I can do the things I like. Solitary things, like driving. If I could, I’d probably not sleep.