Light.

Light.

bed

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

12 comments
  1. Sabine Joule said...

    You don’t make your bed at the château?

    July 12, 2014 at 4:26 pm
  2. Alma said...

    We 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 pm
  3. Gabrielle Lacoure said...

    Charmant! Les murs sont magnifiques. Merveilleux château, Madeline.

    July 12, 2014 at 7:09 pm
  4. Mackenzie Wirth said...

    Once 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 pm
  5. Searlas B. said...

    In four hundred years, there will be nothing but neon and discarded iPhone chargers. Wait. That’s already happened.

    July 12, 2014 at 8:12 pm

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