Something always attracts me towards the night. When the sun has gone down, I feel a thrill, more energized and more alive. Specially when I am sitting alone in my room, listening to the sounds of the night -- distant and unrelated, yet oddly comforting. The cats crying, dogs barking, random traffic and the occasional whistle of the night watchman.

My brain, hands seem to work faster. My creativity seems to increase. Overall, I become more focused. Barely feeling hunger or thirst or sleep, my brain seems to crackle with ideas, and I seem to change. Why? I have no idea. But I do my best work at night.

The ticking of the clock is something I love hearing when alone; solitary, I feel an odd thrill knowing that I am alive where others are dead - asleep. No one will disturb me with odd or petty requests. Peace. Quiet.

Delicious solitude. Complete concentration.

Of course, working throughout the night has its price. A certain break from the lives of others. Being distinct, separate from others.

Quite cheap.