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Let this be a placeholder for the magnificent narrative I'm about to write. I've a temporary glimpse at a spark of genius earlier this afternoon. Daylight does that to me, for some unfathomable reason: I can whip up enlightened thoughts. But I'm a creature of the night; darkness supplies me with energy and hype, but robs me of the ability to think coherently.

Or maybe it's only because I'm distracted by the annoyingly loud TV.