I told myself, you will write a story. But what kind? About what? Is it possible to write a story about the night, without stars, without the Moon? Everything would be easier with them. Like this, I don't know. I can say it's a dark night, really. I'm by the river. Actually, my window is close, here. I hear everything, every murmur, down below. I could write, perhaps, about it. There, right now, a fish threw...