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Oh the still, quiet evenings when lonesome man has retired to his time-consuming television. All quiet now as the night descends. A new sort of creatures surface, stirring beneath the earth as their nocturnal sense begins to call. Light exits, and it is the closest thing to peace I have ever felt. The silence...disturbed only by the dull distant roar of an airplane, the faint and sacred echo of the human voice, the randomly rhythmic patter of sneakers on stairs, and the immutable orchestrations of the crickets. Darker, darker every minute. And fatigue pulls. The gold encrusted horizon that crowns the earth like a halo. The bare chill breeze that pricks my skin. Too early for the roaches, too late for humans.

The world hangs in a vacuum, in a timeless state of stoicism.

Oh, divine river god! Let the waters of life freeze here at the peak of night. Let this be my icy eternity. My heart is already filled with content. Freeze it before it bursts with feeling.