Symptons of the Day

A strange thing happens when the sun disappears under that horizon. Danger, sex, heightened senses, possibilities not open until darkness falls. People seem to switch their brains into a different mode, like they've been on auto pilot for the day and now they're allowed to become themselves again. The rules of the day don't apply anymore.

A friend was on the train, about 10pm, she was accosted by a guy who thought he could take certain liberties (even with other passengers present on the train). Nothing serious happened thank god. Another friend, who by day is quiet, serious, hardworking, admitted to having a bad habit of getting completely plastered (drunk) most nights, and on occasion running down the street in high heels with nothing on top but a bra.

I feel this change too. Especially past midnight, when the streets are quieter, as if waiting for something magical, exhilirating to happen. Maybe it's the darkness, the shadows, the way the light or lack of it transforms the streets, the qoutidian becomes a playground for our desires. It's a collective thing too, a kind of authorised madness. We become social again, animals...