I begin to take off my clothes. Sometimes I believe darkness is purer than light. Somehow in shadows I find a fuller truth than in the blinding clarity of light. Night has always brought comfort and fear. This combination comes closer to my view of reality than one or the other existing separately.
Voices always trigger the jump in the gut and then the response like bodies connected to the voices.
I was running down a dark hill. It was night. I kept falling and getting up to run again just in time, before they could reach me. I reached a burnt out house and I saw someone on a top floor through a window. Somehow I knew as I climbed the stairs again and again each time the person moved farther away, so the distance between us remained equal.