Once in a while, I find blackouts necessary.
In the place where I live, no one has generators and families have candle-lit dinners. When I climb the roof and sit here, I can only see the stars and moon and I can only hear the crickets and creatures I couldn't name. On nights like this, there is just the world and me. It seems the world tells me that it is mine tonight; that this temporary darkness around me is its way of making me feel that I belong here, not in a place where darkness is permanent.