Under Duress This is where my brain is.

Late at Night

I'm pretty sure an alternate universe exists late at night, bounded by the routine of the day and the randomness of dreams. In this universe materialism fades, ideas are golden, and anything is possible.

Creativity thrives in this fuzzy realm of not-quite-sleep. In this universe I have solved world hunger, halted the corruption of government, and connected all that divides. I have composed sonatas, written novels, and created artistic masterpieces. I have helped the homeless, and comforted the dying.

But the sun is a relentless taskmaster. With the morning comes shrieking alarm clocks, nutritious breakfasts, and neatly-pressed business suits. Inspiration is quashed by logic and pragmatism.

Not many ideas survive the disparaging glare of the morning.

photo credit: Brian Stechschulte