Night is a time of endings but also of beginnings; of darkness, of release. At night we close our eyes and drift into a slumber. Sometimes we rest; other times our minds escape into the deep pensive dampness of our subconscious, where our bodies toss and turn in fear and anxiety of what we find there, or of what we have left behind in the realm of consciousness. Other times we melt, gently, into the mattress where our problems and worries come to die – if only or a moment before the sun sharpens in the sky and forces us to awaken and relive them the coming day.
But when does the night truly fall? For those of us who repeatedly cast our dark thoughts – unpleasant, bleak, disturbing, cruel, unfair, impure, incorrect into the light forsaken pitfalls of our minds, are we always somewhat asleep? As our worries remain ever lurking in the shadows unquestioned, unsolved. What of the worries of those people over there? Do we care? Perhaps we cast those aside so we can sleep a little better at night or forever in sunlight.