Nightwatch
3.30am. I spend so much of myself, my time, in front of a computer, often late at night, reading mostly. Sometimes, in the background, behind the words, or films, I see my reflection in the screen. I notice it there, looking at itself at the same time as everything else. When, finally, I turn the computer off, the screen goes black, the lights go out, and all that remains is this reflection - a self-portrait - high contrast, strongly lit from my lamp above. Behind the dust, the only real thing of substance before me, I appear to be swallowed by the surrounding darkness, wrapped in it, like a blanket.