solitude.

It's always weird to walk outside late at night. Not midnight, as with the age of electricity and computers have rendered that the prior status of 'evening', but in the early morning hours. It's strangely empty, strangely quiet, and strangely foggy. I don't spend much time outside around that time but whenever I find myself there, it always creeps into my mind "there aren't many people here". From what I can tell, people angle their time to try and escape either themselves or other people. I've always been the type motivated by the urge to escape others (hence the reason I'm so lazy and useless living alone). Back in high school, waiting in front of the NAC, I'd often be out in the wee hours of the morning and that empty, quiet fog would be there. I remember something similar going to the beach before sunrise in Galveston. Those are times, when I'm outside in that majestically unoccupied space, I notice how easy it is to breathe. It makes me notice how, without even thinking about it, during my daily life, while I'm surrounded by other people, I pour so much energy into pretending I'm alone.