The all-night diner. The 24-hour laundromat. The overnight gas station where someone always seemed to know your name. America is quietly losing its after-midnight infrastructure — and with it, something stranger and more essential than convenience: the only spaces that ever belonged equally to insomniacs, third-shift workers, the grieving, and the lost. This week, we ask what it means when a society decides, collectively, that some hours of the night just aren't worth staying open for.