Suddenly it's four at night, the bursts of lethality slowly lower their productive kite. You are left with less obsession, less manic tendencies for at least the month to come. It's just amazing how the sword of bread can crumb and not be rebuild to be its past delight.
It's four o' clock at night and everything feels right.
You know what, I should be awake right now. You're the one who should be asleep!
(this one is an ode to nightly breadsword, an amazing video-essayist with impeccable style. Please go check out his youtube channel.)