In The Dark

A certain bright spark had thought it would be a brillant idea to install a high voltage lamp that glares almost directly at my bedside window because, maybe, there are people who like dumping their rubbish at the blue skip at the godforsaken hour of 3 A.M.; and maybe, these folks would appreciate finding being able to find their feet in the dark - never mind the three occupants of rooms 106 to 108 who might have trouble sleeping with the obtrusive light: whoever's heard of university students sleeping at night anyway?

That's what morning lectures are for, you poor, dim-witted buggers.

In fact, why would you even want to sleep when there's always a Cosmic Corner just round the corner with an assortment of legal (herbal) highs to help you stay awake 24/7?






Every night I stare out of my window, I wonder why the lone lamp illuminating the empty lot makes it looks so forlorn and lonely - it'd never looked that way before.

But maybe the empty lot has been lonely all along, and the lamp has merely brought that fact to light.

In which case, then, I'd rather be left in the dark.