June 2, 2004
All the lights just came on, after a six hour blackout. It was almost frightening to hear, after getting used to a silence so heavy and complete that it started to sound like something in its own right. I'd quickly become used to it, and to the darkness that was equally enveloping; reading by candelight, and knowing that there was little else to do than that, felt almost like a luxury, a subtle pleasure rarely affordable. Later, hearing the low hum of all my various devices come back to life was almost disappointing.
Hearing the fresh passage of air through the vents, however, was a relief, and had this blackout occurred during the day, you'd never hear me wax romantically about it.
Five hours until Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban.
Posted by David Lowery at June 2, 2004 1:26 AM