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Things have become dark as of late and they're getting darker. I try to fight the feeling which has emerged quickly since yesterday but there are too many omens, too much death. Some people close to two of my co-workers have died yesterday and then I came home to find my cat, who was attacked by dogs the previous night, had died of no visible wounds. It's all around me, the air is permeated with this eminent doom but I feel generally unaffected--at least physically like the doctor, in a short-story that I'm currently reading, dealing with an epidemic.
But, in this case, the epidemic is something more intagible and less confrontable than disease and infinately more contagious.
I recently wrote somewhere that I'm more intimately involved with dark fictions because I feel they are more dramatic due to how it shines more brightly in the darkness like colors applied to black velvet becoming like neon light like Plato's Allegory of the Cave when they are turned to see the moon and night.
If things become darker (and portents show that they will) so will I strive even harder toward light and will shine ever brighter.
But, in this case, the epidemic is something more intagible and less confrontable than disease and infinately more contagious.
I recently wrote somewhere that I'm more intimately involved with dark fictions because I feel they are more dramatic due to how it shines more brightly in the darkness like colors applied to black velvet becoming like neon light like Plato's Allegory of the Cave when they are turned to see the moon and night.
If things become darker (and portents show that they will) so will I strive even harder toward light and will shine ever brighter.