I took a bunch of pictures of lighted windows from the outside last night. Somehow, even though (and I know I've written about this bunches of times already) I never fail to be intensely comforted by looking in lighted windows when I am alone in the dark, it had never occured to me that I could document that experience, at least in part, using my camera. Of course, normally I can't take pictures of things in the dark at all -- but if all I want is the sense of the small island of blurred light in the middle of the darkness? Yeah, I can get that!
Meanwhile, I'm really trying to get a paper proposal done for this weird-ass combined Star Trek Auction/American Idol/Renaissance Idolatry and Audience Interaction and Spectacle paper, but -- as the phrases above will indicate -- I have obviously (again) bit off more than a single paper can chew. Maybe. I'll turn it in, anyway, and it won't be so bad because this is only a proposal, after all, but I probably have way too much to deal with. As usual. As usual.
Labels: ghosts, liminality, space, writing
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