Day / Night

During the day, his thoughts were thick and sluggish, like nearly dry cement. Now that night was upon everyone in this timezone again, his mind awakened.

He lived for his dreams. There he could escape the repetition and unmoving monoliths that cast a grim shadow of his waking life. Physics were re-written, the dead returned, new vistas were examined and original stories played out. Reality became a parody of itself and he laughed at it.

Even in the hours falling asleep his brain went into overdrive. Having random conversations with himself that only made sense in that twilight suspension that fueled a million obscure connections. It was then that the Universe made any sense.

He became a lighting rod for all the electrical traffic for miles around and saw emails and web pages in his minds' eye. He could build and disassemble an empire a hundred times over during the span of ten minutes.

Sensations that were drowned out during the day became almost as real as the room he was in.

During the night he could be anyone, see anything. More often than not, he was just a roaming camera, ditching his body as useless construct hampered by a myriad of limitations. He pealed back the layers of the days deposits of memory and saw things in a bizarre yet more profound light.

There were a few things that still bothered him. He was never in one place very long, as if he took in all he could see and do in only a short amount of time. In all but a few cases he was very much stuck on the rails, which considering the ever-shifting landscape, might be a good thing. Third, he rarely ever met anyone, which might be a reflection on his waking live.

Still, any of these things could be improved upon, he just needed to spend the time focusing on the right visualizations. He refused to take anything as 'set' and 'finished' which is probably why he felt so out of place during the day. There everything was decided upon and unmoving – at least as far as his vantage point was concerned.