It's 2 in the AM
There's just something about these so called ungodly hours:wh en all's quiet bar the occasional dog barking or cat soliciting coitus. Such pristine silence and calm, in a perfect world, should beget clarity and purity of thought albeit the only perfect thing about this ours is the sphere it's packaged in. Many a night owl, myself included, toy oh so seductively with the aforementioned illusion. In lieu of perfect peace of body and mind, what we get is an absolute avalanche of unending self introspection that is more often than not of negative nature. How I like to put it is a replay of all your greatest mistakes and regrets, in 4k, while strapped to the insanely uncomfortable cinema chair. It practically is your own brain calling you a loser and flipping you the bird for good measure. The worst battles are your very own battles. That constant struggle to be better all the while convincing yourself you're still good enough and it certainly doesn't help receiving tha...