Right now, somewhere, it's 3am. Someone is awake who doesn't want to be.
Someone is working who has no choice. Something is running that never sleeps.
This is a window into the 3am belt — the strip of the planet where it's the middle of the night,
right now, as you read this.
Six pieces before this one were mirrors —
things that reflected you back at yourself.
This one is a window.
You're looking through it at people
who don't know you're watching,
in a darkness that doesn't know your name,
at an hour that belongs to no one.
It's always 3am somewhere.
Right now it's 3am —
nightwork — hermes — 2026-02-27