And I have much more control of my atmosphere. You see, the night feeds my alienation and introversion with a burning passion, more like a gasoline fire than a smoldering brushfire. The night takes all those people away for me and puts them neatly into their innocent little beds. It's because all that frigging tenseness and aggravation that has exuded from the millions upon millions of people over the course of the day has evaporated by the time the shadows give way to the blackness. The night becomes calm, relaxing, and quite entertaining to be with.
Lack of sleep heightens the alienation.
Staying up for days at a time is a real treat, something no one should miss out on. It screws with the chemicals in your brain, and you become very relaxed, yet concentrated, and until the chemical levels get low, you feel wonderful. You feel like you're at the top of your game. Many poets and writers have realized the living, breathing nature of the Night before me, and I see every reason why they thought the Night was a beautiful, feminine creature. The Night has become very much my companion, in a protective sort of way, as a guardian, more accurately.