Monday, June 7, 2010

Rabble rouser.

My favorite time of day is the morning, although I'm never awake to enjoy it, so I settle for my second favorite time of day, which is night. I probably like the night for the same reasons that many people do, the magical power of shadows, illusion, and misdirection. It doesn't matter who you are during they day, you can be anyone when the sun goes down. A person can climb as far down the gutter as they want to go and not worry about the blinding judgement of light. They can even pretend that down is really up if they want to. Night also seems able to break time's ever present charge forward, a minute can be a long time and an hour can pass in the chorus of a song. And I don't have to compare myself to the other people, the real people I call them, who can step out into the sunshine without fear of being exposed as something less than the claim to be. So I stay up all night wallowing in self-pleasure, and I sleep through my favorite part of the day.