the living dark
It never gets properly dark in the city, for me. There's always a car, always a siren, always my own lights kept on because I'm still cramming for something. Cities never sleep, but my hometown does.
The dark is alive here. Not in a creepy way, but in a biodiversity way. I'm writing this while listening to the night outside. It's rainy seasonāinvertebrate season, actually. Perfect weather to go looking for snails and slugs and millipedes, and for mosquitoes to go looking for you. I've seen so many bugs. Maybe too many. I should start bringing millipedes out of the house again.
Pretty unrelated to the dark, but on the bus home today I watched Gorgeous (1999). It might be the first Jackie Chan movie I've ever watched. I think it was light and fun, but I was distracted by Shu Qi's styling, because we were wearing the same braids, and we had some similar clothes. I've been looking for new hair and makeup inspiration recently. Maybe I'll try the 90s.
I have to look out the window to check, but I'm sure I'm the only one awake in the house right now. The only room with the lights still on. I don't have anything to stay up for, and I should really go to sleep because I have to wake up kind of early tomorrow, but old habits die hard. I've been doomscrolling and thinking way too much at ungodly hours.
Mostly I've been thinking about senior year. I'll be extremely busy, so I know I have to get as much done as possible while I'm still free, but it's so hard to remember that when it's 4 p.m. and I'm not doing anything in particular and I'm content to just keep lying in bed. I guess a senior year thoughts post is coming soon...