Night / Life












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I like to take long, slow walks home after a night out. As I sober up, I tend to replay the memories of what just happened. But recalling the intense emotions of a night often sends me home reeling, overcome with the exhaustion of having experienced what seems like the full scale of human emotion in the span of a few hours.
I’ve attempted to capture this scale here. In close proximity, in short order, and with intensity, a “night out” has it all: loneliness, euphoria, longing, humor, violence and innocence. But the catharsis felt at dawn sends me back, looking for more of it all.