What’s the matter? You hurt yourself

Day versus night. Night versus day. Dawn has a buoyancy that appeals yet dusk feels more truthful. All the little lies that daytime demands, that lubricant collective coexistence, exhaust. The night has no time for all that tip-toeing around. Night time is private, selfish, brutally honest in the most tender of ways. The warmth of darkness is the ideal temperature for truly absorbed listening and the soundtrack currently killing me softly is Warpaint’s ‘The Fool’. It’s got me right between the eyes. It speaks to the aches in my body. It makes complete and utter sense in the dead of night – and it’s slowly unravelling me.

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