Probably the part of the basement that has no windows, around either corner from the door that leads to the part that has one small window. I don’t particularly care for it, but that’s just because there’s only concrete to sit on, spider webs to run into, and old fishtank equipment to bash various body parts on. I’d like it more without the spider webs, I can’t stand the feel of running into those. I just bury my head under something when I need more darkness than is available wherever I am (usually my bedroom). I’m not particularly light sensitive (which is very surprising given how hypersensitive I am to basically everything else), but when I’m experiencing sensory overload, I have to have as little additional sensory input as possible.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"