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3 am

Suddenly everything looks bigger. The monitor. The walls around you. The sky outside has no end; you can't even look at it.

The cup, half empty, is still steaming. You pick it up. You look at it. You set it down again. Slowly. No sounds allowed now.

These moments can come at any time, day or night, but especially at night. When the city sleeps, its only sounds remote sirens that come and go rhytmically like the pulse of a slumbering giant.

Head spins. You are about to turn on some music, but the finger hesitates over the play button.

You wonder.

It's a good feeling, almost mystical. You wish for a moment that it would never go away but quickly change your mind. It's because these moments are rare that they are precious.

Soon, it will be sleep, and, for a while, darkness. And silence.

Categories: personal
Posted by diego on November 13 2003 at 2:59 AM

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