Kristina, 22. East Coast. "Tonight, there are people here who are in love, who are touching each other for the first time. It is beautiful like demolition. In the flashing lights, we turn our faces upward, our cheeks so shiny that our tears could be mistaken for glitter." @sleepykristina
I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius