I don’t usually have any memories about my childhood,
but some things come and go now and then.
As it did just now.
I remembered that there were a lot of blackouts, in place where we lived back then. And I never realised that a blackout can be such a nostalgic thing.
I almost wish they would still happen from time to time.
I’d like to experience that feeling of enforced silence and darkness, when all you can do is read in candlelight.
And nothing moves, and sky outside doesn’t have that disgusting orange of street lights reflecting in it, no machine made sound or lights or waves that keep bothering you…
candles, blankets, fireplace, and people realising that they do have things to talk about…