I look out at the yard where light from the neighbor’s porch cuts their yard in two sections, one light, one dark. Extraordinary how close they can be to each other, light and dark. Extraordinary how you could stand in that light, everything visible, plain as day, and then take one step to the left and suddenly its darkness, blindness. Light and dark, truth and lies, love and hate, all just jammed up right next to each other. The choice between the two a matter of only millimeters.
