The Screaming Wall » night

Night Photos

Jack — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 13:49:35 +0000

Spent a night with Ve taking photos of a ferris wheel from a secret location because we were cheapskates and didn’t want to pay the entry fee to the nightshows of the local carnival.

Night

Brisbane at Night

Jack — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 05:16:41 +0000

On my last night in Brisbane, I went out to the cliffs overlooking the city and took photos.

Night.

Netherworld

Jack — Sat, 29 May 2010 15:45:50 +0000

I finally left Victor’s place last night after the roller derby. It was midnight and the rain seemed to wash away all of the traffic. It is always interesting to drive in this sort of weather and in this time of the night. The streets have been cleared except for the other handful of souls that, like me, have somewhere they desperately need to be. Clouds dominate every inch of the sky, blocking out the star and the full moon. The only light they hold is a smoky reflection that of the city. The city is ultimately a sparsely populated area, little satellite towns connected by arterial roads. Driving down the slick, glossy motorway almost feels like driving through some kind of future world. A netherworld where everything we wrought remains yet, just right in this moment, we no longer exist. The clouds have sunk low, swallowing everything we built to rise against them. The tower on the mountain is barely visible. Off the motorway, in the distance, red lights burn like electrical fires, warnings for aircraft that may never fly these skies again. Signs are greased, ageing with grime. Everything is still and quiet. It is a special time. I take photos while driving at top speed, somehow trying to capture the strangeness of it all, its visual silence. Despite how alien all this might be I am oddly comfortable. My radio begins to play bizarre sounds, like another intelligence is attempting to overpower the late nite drum ‘n’ bass with pulsing off time beats and thumps. But all too soon it is over, I pull up at my house and the car goes to sleep.

I look at the final shot on my cameraphone, realising that the human eye is still superior. I tilt my head at the sky to gaze upon the muted colours the city has offered to the clouds. The streets all around me are dead, I cannot hear or see anything move. I go inside and my house is empty, which is unusual for a Saturday night. My flatmate often has guest and they are all very loud. I move to the television and find a channel of dead air, the salt-and-pepper of static snow, hoping to see the alien signal. Its overall pattern moved from the smooth flowing of random dots to harsh ordered patterns of black and white, cycling around like some argument encoded in the cosmic background radiation. Again and again. And eventually my television turns itself off.

And I find myself fighting the urge to sleep and a dying battery.

Night.

Plans Disrupted

Jack — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 11:31:57 +0000

My plans for an evening alone have been disturbed. The housemate has invited several people around that are playing games in the background. I really don’t have much to do with them and so I am patiently waiting for enough time to pass for them to leave and leave me to work on my own.

I had planned several things tonight. For one, becoming involved in the postcard project for Dr Jerm’s upcoming zine/book/printed material. Another was to work on a noise-making project. I like to do this alone so that I don’t offend anyone else’s sense while I fuck sounds to death. Thirdly was to write, but some sadist editor said something that he would explain to me tomorrow. Something wrong with my writing…

And I cannot plot criminal and unspeakable things unless it is dark and there’s a bottle of something alcoholic in my clutches.

I was listening to Crystal Castles earlier, but I found myself drifting on Bartok’s Miraculous Mandarin. This is good plotting music. I would be enjoying it more if there were no lights to help me imagine death traps.

Anyway I’m going to find something to do.

Station Ident: Good Night

Jack — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 13:10:06 +0000

So it’s been raining since sun down and its been good. A little amount of lightning just to show that Thor is make a quick stop. I’d want more, but just a bit of a lightshow is better than nothing at all.

The roads are empty and some are flooded, but I’m inside with a bottle of inexpensive Malborough area wine. I’m looking forward to a couple of hours of good writing.

And then there is thunder.

I am Jack. This is The Screaming Wall. Good Night.

(Photo from my dashboard.)