Darkness. What are you, the time of day or the element - black, sucking the abyss? Are you the shadow of the planet or another dimension? You can be treated as a fact, you can be thought of as a mystery. And composing songs.
Darkness is a time of love and black cats. In darkness, geniuses are born and villains die. Darkness is the black veil of peace. It is better to think in darkness, because it is not our time; for in the light we have no time to think. Darkness is a time of creation. The garbage man worked at night, too. For in the Light one can only build. He's too prosaic - Light. Darkness is a poem. She gives birth to bizarre phantasmagoria. She gives birth to demons and a phoenix bird, and the Light kills their coffee drunk overnight. In the darkness, we hear voices. And we recognize them as friends and enemies. This is not a dream, the dream is impersonal, it is real, but only in some other world. We cross the edge of our world and enter another. It is here, very near, only one step, but we will never enter it in the Light, for in the Light we are skeptical, and in the Darkness we believe in fairy tales. And all this world, it is a fairy tale; a fairy tale told to itself. We hear voices, we follow their call. And we embrace women who have been so hopelessly loved by day, and we take revenge on enemies who are inaccessible to us, and we plant flowers on barren rocks. We are happy and majestic.
That's why the Creator hates sleep. For sleep gives greatness, but the Creator cannot bear the ascended man. He is ready to take it away, the dream, but he is afraid that it will cause madness, collapse; it will cause a terrible noise in his ears and the Garbageman will come and people will face him. And the Creator will be locked in his gilded cage and the Universe will dissolve him, for he has become powerless. And Garbage Man hates sleep. For sleep makes a man happy. For he takes a man to a place where there is no place for a garbageman. They don't like the Dark Ones. And the Garbageman is ready to take away a man’s sleep, but he is afraid, because it will make him fall to his knees before the Creator. Then the garbageman will get into a fireball and dissolve in boiling magma. Appreciate the dream! He gives us the knowledge of the unknowable! Darkness breeds loneliness. And loneliness is a sign of genius. Otherwise, he will be squandered in empty chatter. In darkness, at night, odes are formed, and the Light, the day brings to them a gloss of tradition. I love people who rule their odes at night! For these odes flash in a long line of dim light! Darkness is lovers' time. Darkness is the time of conception. By day, in the Light, man is shy and constrained, on him lies the flair of stupid traditions, at night, in the Darkness, he is alone with himself, he is a beast in all his primordial strength. He loves furiously; just as he hates. At night, in the darkness, a fire is made. I love the night. I love darkness. At night, in darkness, calm. At night, in darkness, I think. At night, in darkness, you are with yourself. At night, in the darkness, muscles grow stronger. Night and Darkness are the time of vampires and demons. The Creator deprived them of sleep, and they took away his greatness and ascended over the mortal world. Night and Darkness are the time of werewolves running from silver arrows. Night and Darkness are my time