I sat down to write tonight and realized I was too tipsy and tired to do so. I have slept an average of 2 hours a day for the past three days, and just got back from a birthday party (and they’re British so you know there was lots of wine). I walked the forty minutes back at 1 am, by myself, half drunk, entertaining myself with pseudo-philosophical musings about the eerie peacefulness of the night. Below I’ve captured some defining moments of the Oxford night scene on a weekday.