You'd think darkness would be a friend, having spent more than 3/4 of my waking life during the wee hours.
If there was an official Maximus motto it might be "the sun is trying to kill me!" or "daylight? what's that?" or possibly "pants are for losers". I seriously cannot remember the last time a whole day was spent outside beneath Sol's rays; it's been that long. But that's okay... owls and other nocturnal beasties do just fine under the cover of darkness.
But still, I fear it sometimes. Night is when the veil between real and unreal softens, when Things walk among us that normally stay away. I'm pretty sure this all started thousands of years ago before the invention of night-vision goggles and 24 hour Wal-Marts, but it's still true now. How many horror stories can you think of started out, "it was a bright and sunny day"?
I realized this personal disconnect -- my love for the night alongside my superstitious fear -- as a young adult. It came to a head when I moved into m