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.
Things have changed over the years. The nights stayed, like nights do.

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Older Nights

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