T H E M O N O L O G U E
THIS.
THIS IS THE MONOLOGUE.
Life isn’t short, but it is unbelievably fast. It will not stop for you or for me.
You can find me enjoying every moment of it. Especially the hours of the night.
It’s literally the only time I can truly concentrate. The only time I feel that my full potential is expressed.
I was born in the day but created in the night.
My mother may have given birth to me at noon, but I found ‘I’ at midnight.
With my face between books that painted the walls of my bedroom.
From Orwell to Rand to Thoreau, these great minds all now have a piece of their grandeur within me.
The late hours of the night have been kind to me.
They have given me peace, calm, and quiet.
Conditions that are rarely found in this bustling world.
Where the stress of what’s next is gone as time loses its existence.
The night to me is not an escape. Rather it is the freedom to my life.
Where typography shifts into hieroglyphics as night becomes dawn.
There is nothing more beautiful than being enlightened during the darkest hours.
I am the nocturnal creature that sleeps in on Saturday afternoons, recuperating the lost sleep of the week.
I am ‘I’ thanks to the existence of the night.
THIS.
THIS IS THE END.
But see, just like the world has the end of its day, this is just the beginning of my night.
B. RUIZ