Looking from my window it is always night. Night when I wake in the morning, night when I return from work. Night when I sit within the solid walls of my office building, not allowing a peep of sunshine through the layers of concrete well built structure. Maintains the night. Through winter I live in darkness, too cold to fight it. God was born at night and died at night, covered trails of sodomy at night. Under the north star I stand in rays of darkness. Humans are evolving through the culture of office and factory working, soon everyone will assume “white skinned” status from a lack of sun, so at least here on the northern half of the globe bigots will have to find yet another way to hate each other. Judgments will be relegated to social class and money will be reprinted in black ink. As far as the working class are concerned the sun has already been extinguished, there is no light in their lives except the yellow hum of fluorescence. Whether candle lit or electric, their bronze skins and fake tans are falsified so good bye barbie doll girl, you can leave your make-up at the door. Eyes are left to squint through tears to read between the lines. Give me the light of day, spread it over my existence but don’t move my work outdoors for fear of the freezing temperatures. Give me a warm and sunny tanning bed, give me untrue UV rays, give me ignorance, just not this.
For those of you who work from early to late and feel like you are always living in night, then these photos may represent your life well too. London at Night represents the life that I have assumed this winter as I feel like I only see my city in darkness.
-j
A nice picture from a nice evening is all that stands at the moment, but there will be more added with time, each month I hope.