This room is dark. And mysterious. I like it. Just a few candles, because when I get up to go to the bathroom I want to look smooth and luminous, not like the surface of the moon. Only selenologists want to look at that thing. All of you scientists are ruining the world with science and fluorescent lighting.
Some jerk up the lane told me that incandescent lights are being phased out and I cried. A lot. When I look at myself in fluorescent lighting I don’t care how many centuries that bulb will burn. My inner-light (the important one) has burned out. I’m broken.
How can humans extinguish something that for decades helped us navigate the very treacherous hours between 9:00 pm and 5:00 am? For centuries before that we relied on fire, and we are clearly REGRESSING as a species. In a generation, there will be billions of people who think this is awesome.*
The bedroom must be tranquil. And serene. And beautifully lit. Keep your mercury-vapor gas-discharge monstrosities out of my château. Progress is overrated.
Bisous, M.
* kinda awesome
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You don’t make your bed at the château?
July 12, 2014 at 4:26 pmSabine, priorities.
July 12, 2014 at 4:30 pmWe are children of the sun. Bring on the migraines, obesity, and stress that come with fluorescent lights. Progress, indeed.
July 12, 2014 at 5:24 pmAlma, that stuff is scary. But not as scary as seeing my thighs in their blinding, blazing glory.
July 12, 2014 at 5:27 pmI frowned at that thief for years. Asshole, indeed.
July 12, 2014 at 6:45 pmBarb, I had my VEN-GE-ANCE a few years later when he tried to steal my Birkin at Buttes Chaumont. Don’t mess with this redhead.
July 12, 2014 at 6:59 pmCharmant! Les murs sont magnifiques. Merveilleux château, Madeline.
July 12, 2014 at 7:09 pmBisous, Gabrielle. Un travail d’amour! 🙂
July 12, 2014 at 7:10 pmOnce it’s extinguished, we will all realize that we were bloody fools for removing the only thing that helped us reproduce.
July 12, 2014 at 7:38 pmMack, sex under a neon flashlight = no reproduction.
July 12, 2014 at 7:41 pmIn four hundred years, there will be nothing but neon and discarded iPhone chargers. Wait. That’s already happened.
July 12, 2014 at 8:12 pmSearlas, There are thousands of pounds of electronic detritus lying around my château. And my husband won’t part with ANY of it.
July 12, 2014 at 8:47 pm