Or was that me? In the stark blackness one can get lost or create invisible patterns and identities. If someone were to ask, “Where are you?” I’d say, “Look closely, I am somewhere in there.”
We anyway go by what we call an image, a perception culled from outside sources. I can only quote the lines of a wonderful song:
“Dil ki awaaz bhi sun
Mere fasaane pe na ja
Meri nazroun ki taraf dekh
Zamaane pe na ja”
“But I can’t see your eyes,” you might well say. “It is so dark in that black box.”
Nothing is ever too dark that it cannot be seen.