Those moment in the darkness, you rely heavily on the familiarity to counteract the fear from those phantoms – they may be from your imaginations, some of them maybe real, some of them are soft and kind.

And in those moment stranded in the highway leading you to nowhere, the scattered and gathered lights will drive my mind home.

Before the end of 2021, I would like to share “The Blackness” by Baudelaire: ( 28/12/2021 5:15pm)


by Charles Baudelaire

In vaults of fathomless obscurity

Where Destiny has sentenced me for life;

Where cheerful rosy beams may never shine;

Where, living with that sullen hostess, Night,

I am an artist that a mocking God

Condemns, alas! to paint the gloom itself;

Where like a cook with ghoulish appetite

I boil and devour my own heart,

Sometimes there sprawls, and stretches out, and glows

A splendid ghost, of a surpassing charm,

And when this vision growing in my sight

In oriental languor, like a dream,

Is fully formed, I know the phantom’s name:

Yes, it is She! though black, yet full of light.