I spent eleven years working the night shift. You learn the shape of the world when the sun goes down.
For over a decade, my day started when everyone else went to sleep. I worked the night shift. I learned the specific silence that settles over a city after midnight. You meet a different kind of person in the small hours. People talk less. They mean what they say.
I started writing these stories to capture that feeling. Bakers, night nurses, truck drivers, and insomniacs share a secret world. They occupy the spaces left behind by the daytime crowd.
This book came from those long nights. I wanted to write about the solitude of the dark. I wanted to document the small kindnesses strangers offer each other before dawn.