The darkness used to harbour hungry wolves and slithering snakes. Dancing shadows were evil spirits, waiting for the camp fire to burn out so they could approach and consume our flesh. We used to whisper prayers into the night to soothe and appease. We used to greet the rising sun as our saviour, delivering us from that of which we knew so little.
Now we know more.
The vague buzz of neon lights has replaced the crackle of burning wood, while shadows dance on concrete walls to the tune of nearby traffic. A rat scurrying on the sidewalk might trigger a rush of adrenaline, but for the most part we’re safe. Yet the darkness is still there, even in our double locked and well lit houses.
It’s there when we turn off the lights and close our eyes. An emptiness, yearning to be filled.
It used to be wild animals and demons that rushed to fill it, but now we’ve grown.
Now it’s something so much worse.