4am
Dear All,
Four hours ante meridian is that hour where you start to realise it is only 2 hours before the sun comes up. It is a netherland between day and night. After the pubs are shut but before the bakeries are open. Nothing is going on (except somewhere else in the world).
Something blurs in your head. You are more susceptible to ... everything. Those dangerous, insidious, dark ideas and thoughts and words bubble to the surface - yours and others'. Your very presence is liminal.
You are never quite clean at this hour. Even after a shower you feel dirty, unshaven, grimy. Noises are noisier. The hum of the computer becomes a background drone. Things become a very regular, hyperacute continuity, but it is as if you are seeing this augmented reality from afar.
It is the time we make the best and most dangerous things. The most truthful and rewarding revelations. The most shocking mistakes. The most ambivalent decisions.
Alone, but not lonely. Stealthy hunters in the night.
Yours,
Deutschy.
Four hours ante meridian is that hour where you start to realise it is only 2 hours before the sun comes up. It is a netherland between day and night. After the pubs are shut but before the bakeries are open. Nothing is going on (except somewhere else in the world).
Something blurs in your head. You are more susceptible to ... everything. Those dangerous, insidious, dark ideas and thoughts and words bubble to the surface - yours and others'. Your very presence is liminal.
You are never quite clean at this hour. Even after a shower you feel dirty, unshaven, grimy. Noises are noisier. The hum of the computer becomes a background drone. Things become a very regular, hyperacute continuity, but it is as if you are seeing this augmented reality from afar.
It is the time we make the best and most dangerous things. The most truthful and rewarding revelations. The most shocking mistakes. The most ambivalent decisions.
Alone, but not lonely. Stealthy hunters in the night.
Yours,
Deutschy.