On the Dark Room Effect 2009

Don't you find it strange how the slightest seasoning of anonymity can turn the most outstanding of human beings into a slobbish mass of degenerate imbeciles?

Is it bad technique to answer my own seemingly rhetorical questions? The latter: probably. The former: strangeness and hilarity intertwine.

You see, things the average human being would never do in broad daylight seem somewhat more feasible in the context of darkness. And for the sake of definitions here, by darkness, I mean more of a shadow than a bumbling blind. It is just enough to confuse the linear definitions of a being; one is certainly still aware of surroundings and objections nearby.

I pose that perhaps a bit of prattling pitter-patter is in order - our subject: why?

Anonymity dissolves responsibility. It takes legitimacy and a sense of self and sacrifices it to the pagans. They are not necessary; there is a replacing comfort found in the darkness.

I believe that it can therefore be concluded, that one becomes much more concrete under the inebriating darkness. It seems to revert - to exactly what... it is difficult to define. Perhaps the simplest outline is the inner want. A crowd and obscurity breeds primal expression.

For some reason, darkness also justifies freedoms - the jerkisms, the supposed-taboo, the physical - that are otherwise out of the question.

That being said, I love what it does to people. We lie far too often, and expect far too much. It is brilliant, especially upon confrontation and persistent reminder. And then, when you catch those people in a facade of outstanding moral-fiber - by their own definitions not mine... oh dear.

We should dim the lights more often.