Nighttime melts

3 movies back to back and now contemplating night..and with contemplations come the thoughts on life.
Ah life..what about it though?
Should one unwittingly invite on despair and make tonight a masochist fest of self loathing and discomfort or call upon existential crisis to feel acutely desolate and bored.

Isn't it delicious just to feel intensely bad about things, have regrets and wallow in wretched despondency only to finally resign to acceptance of what is and what will be, because some are done and dusted and some permanent engravings that can only be embellished but never erased.

That time of the night when it's past midnight and sleep is somewhere in the system except it's not ready to surface.
Maybe read something, but the workings between eyes and brains can only process photographs instead of words and in fact works even better with only images that pop up in minds eye, laminated in glossy sheen, stuck in life sized collage.

Tomorrow is a new day, one that perhaps I will will myself to get out of the house to do something social.

There's an ongoing book fair and though I'm fully aware that I'll find only few books of the readable variety (English) I'm still thinking of giving it a try.
Perhaps I'll find something, perhaps!

Maybe a couple manga's or comics..if not then no harm done.

Also there'll be a comic con in a couple months. At the same time that I'll be back home. But do I care?
Not a bit!

Ah, but night! Right!
Mayhaps an ode to this overcrowded loneliness..

Nighttime and the air is cool..

Hearts.