In 8 hours I will be on the bus bac to mac (which means right now I should really be sleeping). It was nice to be home. It certainly did feel like home. A fairly nostalgic experience. I miss the night. I don’t get the experience of the night as much in Hamilton as one does here. Partially because I’m three floors up, and also because the night can only be fully experienced if you’re travelling through it without any purpose beyond the simple experience of it, or some sort of cogitatory excercise (that’s derived from latin, dontcha know) so SWHAT or walking TO somewhere just doesn’t work as well, and perhaps the generally poor air quality of Hamilton should be factored into the equation as well. I don’t know why night air is so vastly superior to its diuretic counterpart (and by diuretic I mean diurnal. I’m just being a pillock. Bathroom humour is for kids. And in the interest of further parenthesised digression, that’s probably from latin as well. Diurnal I mean.) It’s not only the solitude and quietude–there’s a distinct character to the air. Maybe the good old amorous moon is to blame for it, the romantic that he is (nothing more than a circumambulating aphrodesiac, in the words of Christopher Fry). I noted today as I stepped briefly into the rejuvinating night air, that it didn’t seem as cold as perhaps it should have. It certainly was a rather low temperature (even colder than the inside, despite my parent’s efforts to keep the heating bill down) but it was refreshing more than agitating. A similar temperature in the day I would have thought it was cold and I should be bundled up accordingly, but here I just felt “mmmmmm”. Perhaps because during the day we expect it to be warm, and the night we already presuppose to be chilly. I wonder if scientists of some type have done research into this phenomenon, or maybe I am alone here… but I doubt it (well I like to think not anyway. I’m normal I say! Normal!). But whatever the cause may be I love the night air, cheesy as it is, it does its little part in making me feel alive. And that’s what life’s about.
I may stick my head into the outside for several moments before sticking it into my pillow, but regardless of that, a goodnight to you.
But not before I again mention how awesome an album ATLiens is. Mmmmmm.