00:26:03.380and but then I I go and maybe this is just me wrestling you know with the noonday demon or
00:26:08.740something but but I start to go I never feel right in the day okay and I go it's always been about
00:26:14.040night for me it's always been about night who am I okay I'm a woman under the stars right
00:26:17.720then I go but that's always taking the form then of night is this you know these depths to plumb
00:26:24.820with ecstasy and pleasure and unraveling and all this kind of stuff and then but there's something
00:26:30.380about it where I go, well, maybe I should be unraveling, you know, do my unraveling into
00:26:34.980pleasure in the day. Okay. Because it's not my favorite time. And then because night is already
00:26:42.260luscious to me, maybe I should become a monk at night. Okay. Maybe night should be an entire
00:26:48.240spiritual journey. So it's, it's, it's breakfast and television in the morning.
00:26:53.660And then the other reason is, because I have this horrifying feeling daily that I only remember
00:26:59.480what it means to be alive slash who I am or want to be, you know, like maybe 13 to 15 hours into
00:27:08.000any given day. And then by then I'm tired and the day, you know, and I go to sleep and then
00:27:13.340the ball rolls back down the hill. Sisyphusian me. Okay. So I've wondered, well, okay, then perhaps
00:27:21.440No, again, instead of raging my way through morning and day in the sun, fighting the fight against the feelings of day, and then going, oh, night is here, and then just giving myself over to food and television and an Aperol spritz here in Italy.