There is a time of night where weaker-minded of us fall victim to the darkest of super natural phenomena. A moment where thoughts and dreams are emptied out of the brain and replaced with the most primal fears and temporary insanity. The hypothalamus commands the body to make noise to scare away enemies and fashion weapons out of nearby objects. You wander, broken and mad, until an impending threat causes you to stand your ground or scurry away to safety.
If you wake up early enough, you can see the aftermath: Men in suits waking up on a park bench, the brokenhearted crying into their half-consumed Big Gulp® and Rums, disheveled prostitutes tottering home, patches of blood on the sidewalk, urine everywhere. It’s like catching the tail end of the saddest and scariest parade of all time, and it’s every single night. Nothing can stop it, nothing can curb it, and nothing can keep you from joining in when the time finally comes.
I also cannot recommend late-night grocery shopping highly enough if you’re seeking a similar experience with a lot less danger and doom.