Thank you for your visit.
Please take the time to sign my guest book.
unbearable's home
Night is strange, it does not come upon one slowly, gloriously like the day, but quickly and secretly. It does not conceal...it reveals. In the purifying light of day, we may put on a false face and it will hide the real one quite well. There is no hiding at night. All the secret fears and sorrows of the heart are gnawing and exposed then. The night has secrets the day will never see, a life of it's own. The deeds of the night go forgotten in the day.
Sounds that go almost unnoticed in the day take on a sudden excitement in the night. A siren in the distance, a knock at the door, the ring of the telephone, all bring a wondering and a remembrance. Night is many things but always in the end it is this...fighting to remember...remembering to forget. Night is putting aside the friends of the day and knowing that alone, you must face your darkest and most sinister enemy...yourself.