Doha does not quieten at night so much as it changes tone. The towers stay lit. The roads empty. What is left is a city talking mostly to itself, once the day has gone in.

Not the landmarks. The hour. The interest was never in what these places are by day, but in how they hold themselves when no one is asking anything of them.

Long looks from across the water. A table by a window. A road with no traffic on it. Frames made slowly, in the dark, without hurry.