The world is a weird place. It’s even weirder at night. I like New York because being awake at midnight doesn’t seem as bizarre or unordinary. Humans are predictable, habitual; staying up late is counterintuitive. It’s comforting and unnerving at the same time; I shouldn’t be awake, and everything is less recognizable. Because we are nothing more than sophisticated organisms, losing sleep is sacrificial to our success. It’s unnatural to be awake at night because we operate in relation to every other organism and process. We self-regulate. We are not in as much control as we lead ourselves to believe. Fatalism is equally as comforting an unnerving.