MOSES: People are obsessed with light. Bright street lamps, the neon signs, flashes of a camera… What is it with all this positive connotations associated with it? I mean being bright. We’re looking radiant or feeling dazzling, shining, beaming, you name it. It makes me sick. Oh and don’t even get me started with the speed of light, ¡por Dios! But how about the speed of dark? Could darkness be faster than light? But how do you measure something that does not exist? Because that is what darkness isn’t? It is not a thing. It has no shape, no form, nor substance to it. It has no emotions, pays no bills. It feels no hunger, or pain, or love. And yet there is this closeness and familiarity to it, which makes me feel like an old friend. Shadows are certainly my good friends. Have you ever thought about what is it that makes us who we are? I mean I’ve been given it a lot of thought over the last few years, and it boils down to this. In my opinion, we are just a collection of emotions and decisions that are bound by what we know, what we experience, and what we’re familiar with. Pretty zen, huh? But regardless, um, there is a certain peace and beauty to familiarity. The way we get used to things that are just … there. I didn’t give it a lot of thought a while ago, but things have changed. I have changed. Darkness and shadows are intimately familiar to me now, but it’s the look of disgust and hate and loathing. That nauseating mix of revulsion and pity when they look at my face, the ones that forces me to hide it. To hide who I am. Or am I just hiding from myself? A while ago, I looked for the origins of the word mirror in a dictionary. It comes from the Latin ‘mirare’; to look. I hate mirrors.