… and no-one knows where you've gone to

in the pagan night.

Peter Hammill, Sign - lyrics taken from Sofa Sound

Wrong drink to order... suspicion grows. Strong situation.... Oh, no-one knows where you've gone to in the pagan night and the neon reflections spread cadmium white. You came here looking for something but this wasn't it, quite. Hey, take a Polaroid, exit, and well you might. Sign the picture, get out of the frame; sign the picture, and throw it away. Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the picture away. Now she turns her attention and her camera on you: this could be all of the moments that you'll ever live through. Oh, but your heart beats the rhythm of primeval tattoo... I hear you make your excuses as you usually do. Sign the picture, get out of the frame; sign the picture, and throw it away; Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the picture away... ... although it's going to come back. You've got a certain knack of making of such things auspicious signs.

The song should be heard in the live version mentioned below.

If one took the 'you' in the song as a 'me' it might enlighten why there needs to be silence and darkness in the blog at certain periods of time. Maybe not a 'pagan' night, just silence and black.