“I learned in that moment that there are different darknesses.
That there is ordinary darkness, like the night in the countryside, where, even
on a night with no moon, as you stare things loom, take form; and there is
another darkness, a darkness so profound you cannot begin to imagine it,
cannot conjure it up in your mind. A darkness that blots out all you remember
or hope for. A darkness that teaches that all that consoles you is false.”