1.0The World at Midnighthttps://www.scottneelan.comscottneelanhttps://www.scottneelan.com/index.php/author/scottneelan/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="nXUkoXGRXl"><a href="https://www.scottneelan.com/index.php/2023/05/27/the-thought-that-haunts/">The Thought That Haunts</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.scottneelan.com/index.php/2023/05/27/the-thought-that-haunts/embed/#?secret=nXUkoXGRXl" width="600" height="338" title="“The Thought That Haunts” — The World at Midnight" data-secret="nXUkoXGRXl" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.scottneelan.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> I don’t know what I truly miss, the person or the memory It felt so much like forever but lasted so little of our lifetimes, those moments of knowing and sharing, of mutual understanding and connection You can’t look back … Continue reading →https://www.scottneelan.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/cropped-cropped-moon-at-night-1.jpg1200279