The night is all surface. Jog on. Jog on into the night and ignore the surface detail. The competing whines of dogs and ambos and mosquitos. The drone of drones, the pobblebonks bonking. They’re just gliding over the night, but you can go deeper. Follow the cats- the night tigers. They know the night. Follow the enceladus mackerelingon their backs. It’s signpost away. Tail to head. “This way” they say. Down the back lanes towards the red lights. Past the sentries of yellow and red plastic lids. It’s bin night. And now it’s something else.

Let the hypnotic pull of those arrows draw you down right inside the night. To the red lights and super chroma collapse. The darkness isn’t black. Look into it and you’ll see the war of the ants. The television snow of red, green and blue. Do you see them?


No because as soon as you think you do, they’re gone. Like a migraine shimmering. They’re anything but static. Eh no, maybe they’re light quarks. Existing in another quantum level. I’m over here. No, I’m over here. Wooh!

They’re gone. Even before your eye registers them. Don’t try and follow them. You can’t.Look through, and you’ll see the patterns of where they drop in and out. I can follow the red waves. They move slower for me. Maybe its green or blue for you. You’ll know yourself when you look. Now you have to catch one of those dots. But you can only do it if you’re ahead of the wave. It’s like bodysurfing. You have to put yourself in the front and push off before the wave. Anticipate it’s flow so that it’s underneath you and you glide forward and catch a ride. Can you do that?
It might take a few tries but you’ll get there and you’ll ride it all the way in. Kick you legs to push yourself up if you start slipping, But here’s the thing. There’s no shore to wash up on in the night. Just a long deep sigh that never ends.

The universe is yawning. Expelling the air, and the moons and the stars. The spinning galaxies. Expelling the super dense black holes at their centres. Expelling all the matter inside them that has ever been sucked down for billions of years. Expelling time. Expelling length, breadth and height. Expelling mass.

Now, hold it there. Hold your breath. Collapse your rib cage, your lungs, your heart, your lymphatic system. your chromatic integrity. Now rub it all out. And as the tide rolls back, let it go. Let the flotsam that was you float freely. This is the real night. You can light it up now from the inside. Every bubbling atom. Radiate. Spread it out. Light it up. Kill the night.