There's something i can't explain about salt lake nights in the summer.

Recently my sleep schedule's completely flipped. Not subtly like when it slipped from a midnight to 3am bedtime...but by the time i'm trying to sleep, buisness people are past driving to work and have settled on where todays grind will take them for lunch.

i haven't started trying to find my bed until the south end of 7am for the last few nights. I've never repeatedly slept until 3 in the afternoon before, but this year i've started watching the sun go down and come back up religiously.

It's like the city sings in the night time... It's the same sense of solitude that i used to find snowboarding by myself in highschool... nothing but the sounds of the snow crunching and the wisk of trees... except salt lake has a pulse in the night... it's just the same reclusive pulse i feel like i adapt when my life feels like i've slowed to a low. there's a level of depression that works for me. when the delicate PH of antisocial hater and loner on the verge of total rejection has bubbled enough that the ultimate end of the road becomes a stir crazy mess. I