grayness

I've always been a night person. Someday [funny I should use "day" there, but, hey, it's the constraints of the language, somenight just sounds... wrong, and some night is entirely too divided] I have a story about that, actually, but not right now. In any event, it takes the merest chance for me, and I slip back into being homed in on darkness, the way most would driven by the sun. I think it may be the quiet.

But there's always a need of something to fill the quiet, isn't there? This morning, I watched Franklyn, which had a very different vision from last night, indeed. But also quite worth watching, if you're in the mood for something darkish, steampunk-y in bits, and possessed of the outlook, as I sometimes am, that there's more than one reality that we touch upon.

After all, what's to prove that these words of mine are really from the same world as yours?

But now, the next two days will need to see me convince myself that I'm a day person again...

and so, away to sleep.


PS: of the two, I preferred Ink.