at the end of the day or the beginning of the next one
November 2, 2008
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there is something about night-time. something that just makes everything appear much clearer. the absurdities of life become apparent without the distraction of daylight. and everything that seems normal suddenly becomes surreal. it’s as if there is more room to reflect. less people awake cluttering the space with their thoughts.
the rules change at night. things that would be unthinkable in daylight are suddenly allowed. there is refuge in the dark. more tolerance. more room. the liberty to be more honest about who we really are. the questions we never ask suddenly stares us in the face. and we can sink into ourselves. if we dare.
maybe it is not really the dark we are afraid of, maybe it’s ourselves.