the roads are dark tonight and the streetlights glow amber against the steady background of shadowy houses. it feels unsafe to be out now, with the wind whistling through the trees and sounds of screaming from a park, a football pitch. slowly the night closes in and headlights follow me down the road. each passing car is anonymous and a threat – who does it contain? every person treated as suspect.
i hear static as i walk, from a detuned maybe in someone’s kitchen. who knows what the night brings?