When I walk in the dark, feeling things and measuring footsteps, I know how light defines the parameters of existence. The world is whatever light helps me to see. Whatever I can’t see does not exist.
Glowing, gleaming, flickering, blinding, soothing, illuminating – it is the context for all that I see and understand.
“Do you know me?”
I hear a deep, hushed voice from somewhere and a hand creeping up on my skin.
I scream, and the lights come on.
My husband is standing there laughing,
“Why are the lights switched off?”
“You just spoilt the essay I was writing.”