Over the course of a year, U. G. Világos awoke every night half an hour before midnight and left home. On these long, nightly walks he would venture into the desolate, remote wildnerness around his tent and write. Világos has previously spoken of these walks as an attempt to 'create a field recording of life that lives when the living sleep.' Dense, lyrical, mysterious, these notes provide further glimpse into the life of a recluse examining the recluse of life.