“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
When she was in United States, we maintained contact, we talked to each other on the phone, almost every night. And there was one occasion I tried to fix this video conferencing but somehow it did not come out very well enough so better to talk on the phone.
What keeps me up at night is poverty and unemployment.
I had a very difficult relationship with my mother. She used to wake me up in the middle of the night if I wasn’t sleeping straight and was messing up the sheets. Now when I stay in hotels I sleep so straight they don’t even think I’ve used the bed.
My father taught me photography. It was his hobby, and we had a small darkroom in the fruit cellar of our basement. It was the kind of makeshift darkroom that was only dark at night.
At night I dream about going to where I played when I was still young.
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.
Sometimes when I get home at night in Washington I feel as though I had been in a great traffic jam.