Monday Static and Midnight Snacks

The city went quiet around 22:00 and now the only buzz is my thoughts circling the same tired questions while I nibble something warm and guilty; I keep wondering whether the need for these little late-night rituals means I’m chasing comfort or avoiding myself. Every hum of the fridge sounds like a reminder that tomorrow the alarms will buzz bright and sharp again, but right now I’m just letting the silence stretch and seeing what sticks. idk, maybe these tiny rituals are the soft rebellion against how empty the day felt.