Thanks to the Daily Bitch’s imagination, now I’m imagining garrotting a co-worker with dental floss. And Spellcheck is trying to tell me that “garrotting” should be spelled “garroting.” What an imagination!
Here are two songs I love about imagination.
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You can’t imagine how grateful I am for all those who help me use my imagination to create these daily posts, including YOU!
Why am I writing about The Dark today, for the first time?
I’ve dealt with several dark issues here over the last twenty-one months (yes, I counted), including:
depression,
anxiety,
childhood illness,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
suicide,
and many more.
So why this title, today?
Is it because Mambo has moved in, next door?
I don’t think that’s the answer. Mambo moved in a couple weeks ago.
Is it because it’s the beginning of autumn (also called “fall” in these parts) and it’s going to get dark, earlier and earlier?
Perhaps.
Is it because I took this photo, two nights ago?
Maybe. I took that photo in the middle of the night, hoping to capture a shadow on the wall that looked like a giant menacing bat, after I had managed to wake myself up out of a nightmare.
I knew that if I had the flash on while I took that photo, the shadow would go away. But, as you can see, the image came out completely dark, with no shades of gray.
Why was I trying to capture that big, bat-like shadow? I’m not sure. I suppose I wanted to contain it and –perhaps — to share it with others, as a way of reducing its power.
I WAS able to capture something else that same night, immediately before I took that very dark photo:
A cat, not a bat.
Which reminds me of a song I’ve been meaning to share with you lately:
Thanks to Mambo, to They Might Be Giants, to thehoosieret, to John Lennon, and to all the other mammals that contributed to and who are reading — of course! — this post.
