still in sussex, thesis-ing
there is something to be said about having friends you can have the following conversation with:
"I went for a walk late last night -- everything was still & empty and I became all existentialist & fretful," I said.
she replied, "oh, as usual..."
people eschew the night because it is existence at its most elemental -- silent, empty. I stopped short in the middle of a field -- night sky ringed with strange constellations, the hedge throwing its confetti shadows down on the grass & the distant streetlights with their eerie orange penumbra -- and I thought, what is this, all of it. there was a dented fire hydrant; a mars bar wrapper; all these people slumbering in their uterine houses; planets turning phlegmatically overhead. it was all almost too much, this strange life.