the_basement_light Bizzar when i was little, i used to refuse to look into the the depths of the basement until the light was on. the light at the top of the stairs only illuminated the steps themselves, and i would stare at my feet as i reached the bottom step, my hand fumbling around in the dark searching for the light. my adolescent imagination was convinced there were horrors in the shadows that would die as the light hit them. i used to think that i'd be braver when i was older. i confidently knew that one day i would charge unflinching into the unknown and expel the demons. but i was wrong. the fears of the dark never faded, they only shifted. i still find myself, eyes closed, fumbling around in the dark, searching for the light. terrified of what i might find as my eyes adjust, afraid the shadows might remain when irradiated. they never tell you, as a child, that the boogy man is real. that you carry it on your back your whole life. 220308 what's it to you? who go blather from