Every night there is this change-over point. As if before that, night and day are equal and then it just tilts over – like on a scale really.
That is where I write from.
For a decade, I used to move every year. I remember one night when I was sitting on the floor, tired and exhausted, in-between a cardboard box life. On one of the boxes, I think it was the one below the sink, was written “NICHT WERFEN” (“do not throw”), but I read “NACHT WERFEN” (“throw the night”) which seemed so much more fitting at the time. Back then I was like a non-glamorous version of Holly Golightly. One that did not make the book, let alone the movie.
Things have changed over the years. The nights stayed, like nights do.
Nacht Werfen by Claude Draude is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Germany License.
And yes, that typeface is intentional.