Night brought Gregory the freedom to produce his craft. Only under its darkness, when the light shut off and the city slept, could he peak into the windows of his secret obsessions and take a photo – no flash – for posterity.
Gregory needed the night. Without it, the store fronts and classrooms, the living rooms and ballrooms, would never empty. Without the night, the prescribed time for all humans to be in bed, Gregory would never find the serene moment of objects untouched, televisions off, seats empty. Behind his lens – no flash – Gregory lived for the moment when he, all alone, existed because of the night.