The full moon. With a bat.
Creatures of the night.
That is, we can only see them at night.
They are there during the day too, but come out at night. Like the so called emo tweets.
What’s it about nights, full moon ones even more, that makes us remember it all, bare it all?
What’s it that makes us forget the mundane, like income tax returns, which during the day, seems like the end of the world?
What happens? Everyone is not an alcoholic.
Is it the dark?
Is it the moon, causing a surge in our emotions like a tidal wave?
Or is it just some kind of circadian rhythm, a instinct that causes us to have a essential catharsis.
Whatever it is, it is the story of our lives, isn’t it?