Late night in the attack...

Late night in the attic, for when that other mood sets in...that twylight mood between here and there.

That moment between late night and tomorrow.
Where you're kind of free to think and ponder, and where no one owns you until morning.

That quiet time, reflection time.

As I sit here in the dark I have two fans on, blowing at me...there's something therapeutic about the sound, the fast moving air.

It almost reminds me of being outside high in the mountains, where there's a natural breeze.



Outside of my own inner environment...I really don't need much anything else.
All day tomorrow will simply be a distraction...
No one seems to be able to do their job right, which effects yours...

I see, have to deal with, so much incompetence during the course of the day that it about drives you insane.
People can be as incompetent as they want, but when their incompetents effects your ability to earn, then it gets frustrating.

People thrown, thrust, into positions that they're just not qualified, or lack training to fulfill.

Then the noise, traffic, trains, engines, sirens...it's all so artifiscal and unhealthy...at least in my opinion.

At least for me, right now, in this stage of my life, it is...

So I escape up into the 'attack' to chill...and to try to create a soothing environment in the dark, with no noise or disturbance.

Cause when I sleep, and wake up, I'll be thrust into that other world, whether I like it or not.

So I hang onto the night as long as I can.

This quiet spot in the attic...

Much more to follow...