Reading serious literature lights me up. Darkness does the same. I went to the river at midnight with a torch. I took a book.
Better to be out in the dark and know I was there than to wake up in the morning and not know. Not remember.
Sitting reading in a corner. Tall fences behind me, but far enough behind me that that I could not have heard a voice from the other side.
I heard a voice.
I knew that there was no-one there. I would have seen them walking. Even wrapped up in the tiny pool of light, alone with the book – I would still have seen them.
The voice told me that JB has to go. I start preparations now.