There’s something about darkness I dislike – something to do with being aware of what’s lacking. And yet there’s also something disturbing about artificial light – something to do with its artificial nature, I suppose. Maybe this explains why I so dislike cities at night – something to do with an unwholesome artificiality filling an unwholesome void.
I’m just musing here, you understand. I was travelling through a city tonight and wondering why I found it so repugnant. Now I’m trying to explain it to myself.