Blog: a long love letter to the night and those who live there

I’m in a chilly, sparse room in the middle of San Diego. Aside from the sounds of the city, it’s quiet, and there’s an offramp just outside my window. I’m on Facebook, casually scrolling down through the feed, and I think things like ‘she has lovely eyes’ as I pass this picture or that. No dreams of epic love stories or explosive romances full of sturm und drang (though those, really, are my forté).