Lately, I’ve been trying to infuse Night Water with more late night vibes. I’ve been cutting up the late night vibes into thin slices and plopping them into the jug before pouring that pure, filtered Night Water in to soak up the vibes. Gather around the Night Water Cooler and tell me: what are late night vibes, and what do they mean to you?
when i think about the late night vibes, i think about mellowing out and having a session. enjoining a beverage, a snack, a youtube video about alexander the great’s failures in the east, a cool breeze, a car being way too loud down north willard street bothering everyone on the block, a basil plant by the sink, the changing seasons, the rejection of that reality. i just want steve irwin back. is time a trap or a spontaneous gift? 60 years in a history book is treated like a short period of time in a long process, if you’re lucky you live in time of greatness or at least an overture to one coming. 60 years is nothing to the history book? how do we make terms with doing everything we need to do in that time. how could that possibly be enough. and yet every night, i vibe.
My late night vibes resemble many of the previous commenters. The night is dark and still, and it's a great chance to take some time for oneself. What's so special about late night vibes for me, however, is that it's a chance to really experience a film or a piece of music. The distractions of the rest of the world are muted. No one is texting. No one is posting. This type of undivided attention is rare these days.
When everyone else in the apartment/house is asleep and you get the undivided attention of the cat. When almost all the other lights on your block are off. When you can watch/play/listen to something you'd be embarrassed to in front of your partner.
It’s not ~late~ per se, but an already quiet neighborhood is getting quieter. The cats have chosen their sleeping spots. The upstairs neighbors have finally stopped stomping around. Unidentifiable sounds in an old, creaky apartment. The dishwasher whirring away, erasing the remnants of today’s meals. The same apartment across the street with its lights on deep into the night. Peering out onto the street below; owners hoping their dogs will pee one last time before morning.
when i think about the late night vibes, i think about mellowing out and having a session. enjoining a beverage, a snack, a youtube video about alexander the great’s failures in the east, a cool breeze, a car being way too loud down north willard street bothering everyone on the block, a basil plant by the sink, the changing seasons, the rejection of that reality. i just want steve irwin back. is time a trap or a spontaneous gift? 60 years in a history book is treated like a short period of time in a long process, if you’re lucky you live in time of greatness or at least an overture to one coming. 60 years is nothing to the history book? how do we make terms with doing everything we need to do in that time. how could that possibly be enough. and yet every night, i vibe.
My late night vibes resemble many of the previous commenters. The night is dark and still, and it's a great chance to take some time for oneself. What's so special about late night vibes for me, however, is that it's a chance to really experience a film or a piece of music. The distractions of the rest of the world are muted. No one is texting. No one is posting. This type of undivided attention is rare these days.
Our senior night vibes are TV till 10pm. some time to read in bed, then light's out. Retirement night vibes are like that :)
When everyone else in the apartment/house is asleep and you get the undivided attention of the cat. When almost all the other lights on your block are off. When you can watch/play/listen to something you'd be embarrassed to in front of your partner.
To me, late night vibes are rewatching Superbad by yourself on a Tuesday night. WOW that movie still stands the test of time!!
It’s not ~late~ per se, but an already quiet neighborhood is getting quieter. The cats have chosen their sleeping spots. The upstairs neighbors have finally stopped stomping around. Unidentifiable sounds in an old, creaky apartment. The dishwasher whirring away, erasing the remnants of today’s meals. The same apartment across the street with its lights on deep into the night. Peering out onto the street below; owners hoping their dogs will pee one last time before morning.