Have you ever wondered about that lonely lamp? Not the one that remains the whole day. But the one that you have difficulty turning on, as you grope in the dark for that tiny evasive switch. A switch that holds the promise of lighting up the way while still letting you hold onto the dark.
Yes. I’m indeed talking about that lonely lamp that lights up in the middle of the night as you fall and stumble towards it . A lamp that lights but for a moment and watches over you, as the weights you’ve been carrying inside you flows away into a whirlpool of swirling water. And as you stumble back into the darkness forgetting all about the lamp that only a moment ago had been your only companion, this lamp looks longingly at you, praying for another minute to share its silence with you. But your hands find that switch again, and you plunge the world back into darkness. And even with its dying embers, that lamp holds the promise of being there when I call upon it’s light again. That’s the story of the lonely lamp in my tiny bathroom.
