The old world does not willingly show itself except at night, when it comes into its own.
My son and I went for ice cream. Crossing the apartment lot, he pointed at a narrow set of steps just visible between Building B and the equipment shed.
“Where do those go, daddy?”
What you fear, you summon.
I couldn’t account for the missing hours. One minute he was with me, the next I was alone. It was after midnight. I had no memory of any of it.
One must watch for the moments between moments, for that is where life dwells.