there are absolutely no other light beams across the street other than the street lamps and the block plates. the silhouette of the wide-branched trees cast a eerie gloom to the already poignant night. in the dead quiet, a gust of wind swept by.

a car zoomed past in its full glory without knowing the heart of such darkness. like how i try to decipher the aptitude of the night, it learns, also to master the unknowing of such profound knowledge. and i say, let me comprehend it and find it, then i will teach the world one day.

nothing is moving, but my furious typing fingers. the tree branches sway to the rhythm of its companion and embrace its waves inconspicuously. i brooded over the binary of such darkness, and found no resolution. perhaps, i have grown accustomed to the looming black, maybe i am just furious at its inevitability. i have no idea.

in the deepest of the night, a light shone suddenly. a man has probably woken up from his slumber to grab a cup of water to aid his sleep. i watched the steady light just opposite my hdb block die off in a hurried instance. such agonizing moment, i mumbled. and as i said that, my finger unknowing reached for the switch of my room. the shape of the switch protruded onto my fingers as i touched it.

with a click sound, i, too, was consumed by my nemesis.