I wrote this this morning. I am simply posting it now plus adding the picture.
If not for my lap top I’d be in complete darkness now. It is 5 am and there’s no electricity in my house.

Enrogue’s down. I give a fleeting thought to the people out there who might want the “portraits site” or the various other ones out there (Sixdays.. right. He might want to write a blog entry. Or Nicole…).

I have no lights. It is night, and night is by nature black. We humans simply chose to override, ignore and revert, but nature sometimes makes itself remembered. I stumble into the kitchen and drink from a bottle of water and look outside, at the stark blackness of the world.

It is unusual for me to yearn for times lost. Maybe it is the history classes I’ve been taking lately; maybe it’s that I’m getting of age to think such things, but I did. The magnificence of darkness… I wanted to experience those times when night was night, black was black, day was not.

I am tired of pollution and global warming, terrorism and population crises. It’s no wonder people out there get sucked into fantasy worlds. I’d rather wield a sword and stab a dragon in the eye too. The darkness outside reminded me of this all. The mistakes we’ve made to get this far, and I wondered if we remember them all still.

I took a picture (it took awhile to find my digital camera). The picture is of my cell phone lying on my table against the window. The picture isn’t of any spectacular quality or anything. The light from that cell phone was my only source of light. Under normal circumstances it is not a light at all, but here it became a damn star. This is what my apartment looked like, with the windows open: