On more than one occasion, Alice tried to explain to me how it felt to be afraid of the dark. To her, darkness wasn't simply the absence of light, but something more tangible than that. It was something you could touch and feel.
Worse than that, it was something with a mind of its own, something malicious and malign. For her, things changed when they were wrapped in the darkness, they turned into something else, something foreign, and nothing was safe or innocent anymore.
I'd never really understood what she meant, until now.
Departure Manuscript: Alice's Fear of the Dark
