My obsession with the dark , with the bad , with the incognito has been inveterate but this chronic liaison has always been subdued ... buried in the Dark to avoid cynical interpretations . The dark has always fascinated me with its quietude and apprehension imposing nature . It seems to be a refuge to retreat to after an action to avoid the perusal and explanation seeking eyes of the others ; to leave them groping for me in the dark . There remains no need to play to the gallery . Debates , to me , never produce any tangible result other than the assimilation by its patient audiences .
The dark reveals the innate nature of things , it strips off their charade ; no interplays of light . In the light , on being illuminated , we see what is being reflected , and what is being shown but in the dark it is what it is . In there my usual repertoire can be reticence , no name , no game . In there I am what I am .
Its cool is inviting ; it seduces me . There are others lurking in the light with their clandestine love for the dark , ready to shrug off and exasperated by ostentation . Remember... the dark knight !!!
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