A certain magic afflicts me when I am alone in the city, not a soul in sight.
If its a bright summer day it feels like a relaxing apocalypse, I own the world.
When it is night, the office lights peer out like stars against the night sky, and the drab street lights like miniature moons.
These settings put a stop to the torrent in my heart.
Deliciously soothing.
A quiet delight.


The perfect time to take photos of my marketable plushies.