It’s 3:00 AM right now. The hour of the insomniacs.

Hey little kid in the dimly lit street. You’re crying. I see you. But I cannot come out and help out. I see from above the monster coming behind you. You’re scared. That hooded dread is closing in fast. What are you doing, other than crying?


Where did that flaming dragon come from? If I’m not mistaken, I saw it come out of your head, emanating with light and brightness. I sighted with my own eyes as it ate that dreadful hood raw.

Congratulations kid. In battling the monster you yourself have become one. Fly off on your dragon now. It’s 3:01 AM. Go now.