I love downtown Lincoln in the early morning, after the bars have closed down. You can look down a street and there are no cars, no people. Just buildings, devoid of their human context, sitting as obtruse edifices whose purpose is for the moment forgotten. Even better after a shower of rain, when the streetlamps reflect in the puddles and you feel like you could sink into the streets and walk through some distorted ghost-city of wavering lights and dreams.
This is what happens when I decide to blog at 3 in the morning.
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