There is a depravity deep within this hour. The world has long fallen into slumber and only the owls and insomniacs remain. Winter’s chill is especially harsh to those who do not dream. To those who choose to sit stagnantly and watch the dark turn to light and back to dark again. It is only in the space where time and mind are left behind that the prospect of clarity may be bartered for. We are those who do not wish to dream.