‘Turn
on the light,’ he said.
‘Why?’
I asked.
‘Because
it’s too dark. I can’t even see you.’
‘You
know what I look like. What do you need to see?’
‘Your
eyes.’
‘You
know every single one of my expressions.’
‘How
can you say that? I’ve only known you for a while.’
‘That
is all you need to see.’
‘Why?’
‘What
makes you think you can handle the rest?’
‘What
makes you think I can’t?’
‘Can
we stay in the dark?’
‘Sure,
if you want to; but only for tonight.’
‘I
need it; the dark.’
‘Why?’
‘It’s
my light.’
‘That
doesn’t make sense.’
‘You
think people are who they truly are in daylight? No. People are themselves when
they lay in bed at night. When all their defenses are down. When they think no
one’s watching, or listening. Our nocturnal thoughts define us, our nostalgias
too. Silence does not signify absence, and darkness does not cast shadows; only
light does that. People change depending on how the light hits them, which side
is illuminated. In darkness we are all the same. We are simply human, and
therefore we can be ourselves. We do not need to be anything else but who we
are inside.'