I wear sunglasses at night…
I like sitting in the dark.

I don’t know why I do. I came in to the lab the other morning and it was dark. I guess I must have been the first person there. I decided that I would just leave things be and start on my work. We’ll ignore the fact that I didn’t know where the light switch was.

There’s something serening about the darkness. It’s peaceful, relaxing and even therapeutic. I like the isolation. The darkness envelopes you and you become the darkness. I get lost in my own thoughts; there’s nothing to distract me. All I know is that I exist. Nothing else matters.

Some people find the darkness theatening. I look at it as inviting. The darkness doesn’t frighten me at all. It provides comfort to me. It’s as if time suddenly slows to a crawl and nothing really matters outside of my mind.

I find I work better when it’s dark. I think it’s that whole lack of distraction aspect. There’s nothing to take my mind away from the task at hand. I can actually visualize what I’m doing and I’m better able to fully concentrate on any problems I may be having. Clarity is something that comes to me in the darkness only to be muddled by the invading light. It’s strange. It’s like I can hear myself thinking when it’s dark. I can see the words forming in my head and things usually just make sense to me.

I find that I usually have my best thinking sessions right before I fall asleep. Lying in bed with my eyes close, I think I see images floating around my head. When I was little it usually was pirate ship related. I honestly don’t have a valid explanation for it, though I’m sure Freud would say it had something to do with my innate desire to sleep with my mother or some crap like that. But I can see my thoughts. They manifest themselves into shapes and colors. Of course, usually shortly after that I fall asleep only to wake up unable to recall what happened in between.

Anyway, it’s late and I’m tired and no more coherence can possibly come out of this. I’ll write about dreaming later.