If you sit long enough in the dark you can see it, see its texture, press your fingers just in front of your eyes and feel it, the slight give and spring of the dark, the fur of the dark. The churr and cricket-dense thicket of sound fills your ears, pours into the drums. You are underwater in the dark. Close your eyes. Screw up your mouth like a child. Don't scream just to hear the glub of your own trapped voice the rough fist of night thrust down your throat. Again you've … [Read more...]
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