““The street lamps cast spotlights on the sidewalks and captured a glistening shine from the automobiles that slid up and down the road: sleek black on black. Mick had always preferred the night. He could taste it with his eyes. It nourished and inspired him, then rested there, that darkness, deep down in his soul. It felt like an old friend. It helped him forget and remember; it told him who he was, then gave him the shadows in which to escape it all…the memories, the regrets, the yearning.””
