Artificially Awake
Writing while listening to Insomnia, Faithless on a train passing through London at night.
I leave my office strip lights and lamps and step out into the night. Yes, it’s 5 o’clock but it’s dark. At least, the sun is gone, but I work in the centre of town, I walk from streetlight to streetlight, each lit pool almost touching so there’s no real darkness. It makes people feel safe. Maybe it actually makes them safe, I don’t know. We’re so used …
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