‘No,’ I said, ‘I feel intensely alone, but not lonely.’
‘And is that a positive or a negative thing?’
‘Neither. It just feels natural to be alone in the darkness.
I feel disassociated from humanity and mundane reality. I feel that I’m the
only thing that exists, and that I’m walking through a stage set with the
lights turned off.’
But sometimes a vehicle passes me, or I get irritated by
somebody’s overly powerful security light, or I inadvertently spot a pink
dressing gown through an inadequately curtained window, or I sense the
presence of something other worldly lurking among the props. The last of them
can be a little scary, but it doesn’t happen often.
* * *
New House Farm was built to the same design as Haworth Parsonage,
only smaller. And the plate on the wall says it was erected the year before
Charlotte Bronte died.
* * *
This porter is a very pleasant drink. It has a sweet,
slightly fruity palate, with a bitter finish. That’s if it’s OK to describe beer
in the same terms as scotch.
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