“The night is dark and full of terrors.” This is one of my favorite lines from Game of Thrones. A most metaphorical yet literal phrase I have ever heard. I refer to “light” as calmness and “dark” as dischord, and the stressors of chaos are the “terrors.” I try to make light of everything. You know, looking at the glass as half full.
I’m only human, and, sometimes, I just can’t turn a negative into a positive. At this moment I’m trying to find peace and concentrate on my writing, but there are far too many distractions. We have a few people here who are, well, let’s say, feeling really good and can’t quite control how vocal they are being. They aren’t being unpleasant or impolite, just loud. Then there are some folks that are loud in a passive-aggressive way, because, whether it is conscious or subconscious, they love to be the center of attention. I don’t mean to be critical, I know everyone has their quirks, myself included, but there are too many idiosyncrasies clashing at once. “The night is dark and full of terrors.”
A version of this story originally appeared in the January/February 2017 issue of Pacific Standard as a sidebar to “Street Scribes.”
