tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post6596929175591761613..comments2024-01-25T22:55:04.308+00:00Comments on Silence Without: Dear World, My Dearest WorldTessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-91049108734454935292008-12-18T11:13:00.000+00:002008-12-18T11:13:00.000+00:00I imagine London lends itself beautifully to night...I imagine London lends itself beautifully to night walking. Melbourne is lovely for strolling around after dark, but a city as old as London would be saturated with atmosphere and ripe with discoveries. <BR/><BR/>I did a lot of late night ambling when I was in Japan, but the majority of Japan never stops.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-61323471029566960872008-12-18T10:56:00.000+00:002008-12-18T10:56:00.000+00:00I like the night too - while in the UK, I loved wa...I like the night too - while in the UK, I loved wandering around London after midnight when I was down there for work or fencing, especially the City, normally full of suits during the day, much quieter at night.David Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17649161752305518761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-61171350059120425642008-12-07T10:32:00.000+00:002008-12-07T10:32:00.000+00:00Very true, about daylight belonging to too many pe...Very true, about daylight belonging to too many people. Which is fair enough, but night walking being quieter and softer gives the illusion that the whole world exists just for you, if only for a bit.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Kirsten. I'm not sure I'd know how to cope in a city that never stopped. Even Melbourne goes very quiet at night, the exception of Fridays and Saturdays.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-91021992576680441742008-12-07T00:10:00.000+00:002008-12-07T00:10:00.000+00:00I miss my evening walks in Melbourne. Central BKK ...I miss my evening walks in Melbourne. Central BKK is quite a safe place to walk around at night -- because it's full of people. It might as well be daytime. Nothing here like the solitudes of a Flemington evening. Early mornings are the best walking time here -- the only time, really, for quietly communing with the world and being open to those small (and sometimes large) epiphanies.<BR/><BR/>A kind of worship? I would call it that. Beautiful post. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-71500783521296697242008-12-06T20:08:00.000+00:002008-12-06T20:08:00.000+00:00I prefer to walk at night. The daylight belongs to...I prefer to walk at night. The daylight belongs to too many people. It belongs to automobiles, cell phones, talking yelling laughing <I>loud</I> voices; to signs and traffic lights and airplanes overhead. It's too bright and too noisy and it makes me flatten my ears back and hiss. Metaphorically speaking.<BR/><BR/>You can't find the moments, during the day. There's no such thing, unless you are looking <I>really really hard</I>, as this time and this place and this <I>right now</I> that gives you the connection you need. Too many distractions.<BR/><BR/>More dangerous? Certainly. But worth the risk. Night-time speaks to me with quiet words and silences and moments.<BR/><BR/>You have it exactly right.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com