Nighttime….Day time!

You walk up the stairs and it’s pitch black. It’s ten past one in the morning and you left all the lights off upstairs when you went down to make toast. The world has a different perspective, and the taste of vegan butter is sinking into your tongue and dribbling out your mouth all at once.

Have you ever noticed the different dimension the world takes on when you’re in complete darkness?

You will always put your hands out, like stabilisers, and also as a guard. Even though you know your house like the back of your hand, you worry that something unseen will be there, to trip you up. Even though in reality there is nothing. Though, bizarrely, in the dark you always seem to trip over stuff which you would have instinctively avoided without noticing it had the lights been on. There is a strange irony in seeing more in the dark.

And so hands out, and steps awkward and flailing, you manoeuvre yourself out of the bedroom door. The world seems bigger and smaller, all at once, because you don’t know where anything is. Possibilities are endless. Your eyes are open and yet you can’t see anything which is a humbling experience, and you become a little bit lost in an existence so dependent on sight. It reminds me of those blind cafés where they keep you in pitch black, and have blind waiters lead you to your table so you can experience life without sight. It’s not the same when it’s not a paid for experience.

And when you do finally find the light switch with your rather impatient hand, or you step through a door way and see the light coming out of a previously hidden bedroom, your whole perspective changes. It get’s smaller, a little bit more familiar. You realise the way you were looking at the world is no longer needed. It’s a bit disheartening when you’ve spent so long grasping this new perspective.

Maybe there can be an analogy drawn between changing your perspective when you’re in bad times and then good times; the importance that acknowledgment is. There are existential links in everything and sometimes it better just to look at it as plain ordinary.

When you start making existential links you know it’s time for another piece of toast.

Published by toobusytowrite

My page is called “too busy to write” because we all think we are. Where you’ve been and who you’ve met may be nothing but something to fall asleep on now, but in 40 odd years they will be the stuff you try and remember.

2 thoughts on “Nighttime….Day time!

  1. I used to have reoccurring nightmares (since childhood) about the light-switch not working in any room and me being gripped by terror of the dark. I finally at my ripe age got rid of m fear of the dark and the nightmares haven’t returned. This reminded me of them though. For sure. That same uncertainty and apprehension.

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  2. Awww I’m sorry it reminded you of that! The unknown is always scary for kids… like the deep end of a swimming pool, or the ‘irrational running up the stairs when it’s dark’, incase whatever it is we think is down there catches up…


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