Typing Into The Night

Typing in the night. Typing by the light of the screen. A twenty first century Christopher Robin, halfway up, halfway down. I can contemplate the world from there. Something about stairs, maybe it is the conduit powers, flowing from here to there, from up there to down here...

I quite like that moment, when you turn off all the lights and are heading to bed, and it is just the incidental light, from the moon through a glass roof, or a street light through a window that lights your way. There is a certain unique realness to it.