#window

Darkness has such an strange effect on the human mind. A friendly street can turn into an eerie, quiet place as soon as the sun sets. The scenery doesn’t change, the people don’t change, but the atmosphere changes. The darkness, with the exception of living in a big city, casts silence among everything. But strangest of all, is how much the darkness makes the mind wonder. My head races at night. I think about things with so much detail, things that I would pay no attention to in the day. At times I lay in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, or looking out the window, thinking of anything and everything. My entire mood is different during the night. Recently I was laying in bed, and all of a sudden I began to think of old friends from high school, or even middle school, who I never talk to anymore. While I was in bed, I contemplated reaching out to those friends in an attempt to rekindle friendships. When I woke up in the morning, sun shining through the window, campus bustling with students, I had no interest in pursuing what I thought about the night before. This one example holds no significance, but it illustrates how differently the mind acts when overcome by darkness.

FYI: I’m writing this at night

Un temps viendra où malgré toutes les douleurs nous serons légers, joyeux et véridiques.

© Albert Camus à Maria Casarès

Ph. Kristen Rickert

I catch the pattern

Of your silence

Before you speak

I do not need

To hear a word.

In your silence

Every tone I seek

Is heard.

© Langston Hughes

Ph. Oliver Takac