Nightstalker
Its time again, to do the graveyard shift. Sitting alone at night in my large office,theres noone around at all on my floor... everything is dark except for the light from my pc-screen and the city's skylight twinkling as jewels in the velvety dark blue sky. Outside, all life seem to dwell in slow motion, cars snaking along the streets deep down below, while Im here like observing them, like the last remnants of a dying breed...writing, watching, thinking... Well, it's what I do and it's sometimes a damned lonely existance, but I like it. Its so different from the day, all sounds are distant, subdued as if a mute was put on the great big speaker we call life. It gives me peace and inspiration, sipping my coffe, trying to produce some piece for the morning issue. I light another cigarette thinking I should give it up, but hell, another day. Another night.