“It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”

-Roman Payne (The Incipit for Rooftop Soliloquy)

Twilight and the morning are usually my witching hours, where I feel the world slows to a snail’s pace. Where everything seems right for a few ticks.