We have a corner of the night all to ourselves.
Do we? Aren’t they looking for us?
Nothing matters in the night of the world. None of the normal rules apply. They’re all suspended. This is a state of exception.
It’s like in the Blitz. People fucked illicitly in the night. They got away with anything.
This isn’t yet the night of the world. This isn’t yet the last night. This is the penultimate night. The night before the last night – the endless night.
Work in Progress 