fire has its own logic beer and twilight June 11th and it's still too chilly to sit outdoors at night. So I torched that pile of laurel branches at the end of the garden, pulled up one of the plastic chairs I'd salvaged from the kerb and sat before the fire to pass some time. I've never set in the twilight before it's not like this blue light screen and music on the stereo Fire has a logic of its own none of the interiority of computers, websites and recorded music It's not human beer and twilight Quarter past ten in the evening and it's still light out I could sit under the sky and pass the time as so many have done prior to the advent of computers and stereo twilight has its own logic apart from any elections, the 9-to-5, and this blue light screen beer has a logic of its own my brain the circuits respond to beer as so many have done before the fire in the twilight Some time alone with a logic that is not human self-referential enclosing