I don’t know where I got it. I unpacked it. But I don’t remember packing it. Its quite big, bigger than a jam jar, one of those large jars for cereal or something. When I unpacked, I just put things on the table and left them there. I ate take away on the floor for weeks. It was a break up, amicable but still difficult.
I didn’t notice it for quite awhile, but then one day there it was- a thin layer of black in the bottom of the jar. I picked it up. I put it down. It wasn’t solid but it also didn’t really move as I shook the jar. I couldn’t fit my hand in so I couldn’t feel it. I just ignored it for a bit.
And then slowly. Ever so slowly. I thought I was going mad. Every night, a tiny bit more. Maybe a drop. You couldn’t notice it until a few months later, suddenly there was more in the jar. I left it on the table, I didn’t know what to do. I’d sit and stare it after dinner. I’d pick it up. Put it down. What was it?
Then one night I came downstairs, I can’t even remember why and it wasn’t dark in the kitchen. It was just light, like daylight. I thought I dreamed it and I went back to bed. But then a few months later, it was the kitchen and the lounge, daylight all night. And the darkness in the jar was increasing, just a bit, but noticeable.
And then months later it was the whole house and there was no sleep to be had. I tried everything, I googled Nordic habits. I wore an eye mask, I bought black out curtains. Nothing worked and the jar just sat there. With the darkness inside it.
I went mad, insane, crazy insomnia. I slept in the garden, then in a hotel. I imposed myself on friends. But I told no one. I thought I must be cursed.
Meanwhile I tried everything with the jar. I tipped it upside down. I left it upside down in some weird device so the darkness would seep out. I put water in it. I put sugar in it. I put salt in it. I put coffee in it? They all just rested on the top. I googled and googled and googled again. I put it in the washing machine-I know-I didn’t switch it on. I tried the dishwasher though, it didn’t work. And all the time the endless daylight, I tried to stir it and scrape it out with a stick. I tried breaking it. I tried everything. I even toyed with a chainsaw-don’t use one on glass, its not recommended. A diamond drill. It did nothing.
And in the end I took it to the park. I am not proud of myself. I just stuck it under a bush. The darkness didn’t return. I put the house on the market, no one will know. Its not even a question on one of their stupid forms. I saved on light bulbs and electricity until it sold.
I moved far away and just disappeared for a bit. I have no idea if the darkness came back after I sold it.
Months later, I went that way again. You know those local papers you get, this one had headlines, ‘Council saves money! Park lights no longer needed.’
I don’t care. I haven’t been back. I’m not going back. No one needs to know.
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