Sometimes, in the early morning hours, you can feel your heart tugging back at the dark, trying to hold onto it just a little longer. It is to the night that we owe our consolations and regrets for the hours just ahead. A time to grasp the exquisitely thin space that stands between self and our most incomprehensible terrors.
Night offers us both immunity and bondage.
And a familiar place in which to dwell.
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