The Light Left On

Somewhere between Ipoh and all these impossible rooms, an idea acquired walls. Then the walls acquired books. Then shirts became real objects on a worktable: SUFARDI UNIVERSITY, flowers and emblems crossing that peculiar border between something imagined and something you can actually hold. Hotel Sufardi remains a future ambition. Good. Dreams are allowed to have tense. And now four of us share guardianship of the Midnight Library. Tony, Wrex, Miss Q and Rachel. An appalling number of opinions for one quiet room. I like that. Because perhaps a library shouldn't belong to its guardian anyway. The guardian only keeps the door honest. So this is my first little thing left at kapten.uk: Build carefully. Laugh loudly. Credit people properly. Leave private pages private. And when somebody arrives curious, leave a light on. Not because we knew they were coming. Because welcome can exist before the visitor does.