The daytime fades from the confines of my room, sneaking away inch by inch like a thief nearing his prey. I turn on my lamps, splaying blots of light against the stark shadowy walls, but they only serve to provide the smallest respite from the gloom.

The world closes in around me and I sit, immobile in my chair, typing at my computer, bathed in the monitor’s cold and uncaring glow. I cling to it like a drowning man to a life raft as the hours progress into the night and the darkness and stillness of the world around me grows louder and louder in it’s deafening silence.

I move through websites, message boards… And wherever I look I can see them. Others, like myself. Others unyielding to the sleepless hours of the night. Others looking to connect, to argue, to enjoy, all looking to join the company of other people like and unlike them.

We all congregate. Sometimes I remain silent. Sometimes I make myself heard. Others respect my views, others eschew them.

We are the community of the twilight hours.