“Turn off the light, switch on a starry night…”
Noir, as November might predict. And if winter makes us reflect upon the dead, it is a time for us, living, to remember light in darkness.
Under that category, the world could feel a frozen garden. Whereas sleet, hail and snow batter the island in a horizontal manner, people fall, cry, fight wherever human bestiality strikes. The horrors of terrorism bear so many faces & masks. 
Humanity feels in a state of emergency.
Our planet, our homeworld, our cradle of life, will turn our grave. This is Noir, without fiction.
Have we forgotten who we are, and where we live? 
Are we missing the boat? Are we too shackled to money to risk such perilous gambling? On reading the French press, we are heading towards our end.
Noir,
Le Point.fr – COP21 : les lignes rouges des pays-clés dans les négociations.
Tour d’horizon des points de blocage pour chacun des pays les plus influents pour la conclusion d’un accord sur le climat à Paris.
Le Point newspaper reads noir. As if we were doomed like the lost civilisations who were incapable to save themselves in ancient times. It tastes rotten deep in my heart. Maybe a handful of humans are solely blindly driven by greed and are prepared to take that road. Gosh, how selfish and masochistic. Do they know there is no way back, and nowhere else to go? This alone would feel a crime against humanity.
Talking of crime, Shetland hosted its first literary Noir Festival in November, as part of Iceland Noir.
For a weekend, selected authors gathered at Mareel, and shared with the public. Helmed by friend & fellow Westside Writer Marsali Taylor, we grabbed the oar and added a rivet to clinker by launching our unique noir anthology, as part of a book launch event shared with Marsali’s latest crime fiction opus. On a more personal note, and with the Beyrout & Paris shootings in the backdrop, it felt a very strange weekend. 
Noir as man’s brilliance & blindness.
Noir is a path I do not like by nature. It feels sordid and dangerous.
When I think Noir, movies like Sir Ridley Scott’s Bladerunner & Luc Besson’s (satyrical) Fifth Element come to my mind.
I can only hope we are not heading into total blackness.
Hello, Earth
There is magic around every solstice & equinox. 
nordicblackbird 