There are (as has often been observed) two kinds of people in this world. What those two kinds are — well, that’s a matter of personal interpretation. Myself, I tend to divide the population into larks and owls.
To wit: Some of us, maybe most of us, live in the daylight — the
early risers, the good people, who live in the daylight and greet the
morning with a song. But there are some of us who burn the midnight
lamp; the night hawks, who have prowled the infomercial wasteland of the
TV graveyard shift, who know the eerie hush of 3:00 AM, who crawl the
streets sleepless in the small hours, in the liminal zone between
yesterday and tomorrow, moving through pools of lamplight when the
pavements are strange and lonely in the dark. The Night People.
For the tribes of the night, Halloween is our Mardi Gras, our
Christmas, and our Thanksgiving, all rolled into one. It’s our tourist
season, when we natives of the interzone play host to the bright-eyed
Day People giddily clutching their 12-hour passes. It’s party time, in
other words — an opportunity to share our freaky glamour with our
brothers and sisters from the sunny side. And it is an all-night affair,
for the walls between this world and the next grow thin only with the
coming of dusk.
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