Lighting Observation #2

Living room of my college house – Thursday, February 13th at 6:07PM.
The curtains are drawn open so any visible light from the outside has the potential to seep in, except that the sun has already set, leaving the windows looking black with no natural light source to illuminate the room. Instead, the overhead lights are on; equally-distanced light fixtures that emit a harsh, white glare throughout the room.
Considering the warm, outside glow of the sun had now abandoned me, it left one viable option for seeing: the big light. No one likes the big light. Unforgiving, crass, and exposing everything within its field of vision, the big light was nothing more than a soulless last resort for seeing in the dark. I should have been grateful for its one purpose– allowing me to function in the room without injuring myself–however there was nothing in me that felt compassionate towards the big light whose sickly, bleach-white existence itself was uncompassionate. Why grant this creation amnesty when its ulterior motives included sucking the life out of everything it touched?

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