It looks like I’m obsessing over street lamps. For some reason, they attract me. Maybe, it’s the light because life is bleak and dark for me at the moment; I need something to turn to, so I won’t stray into the darkness. Maybe, it’s the complicated tangle of power cords; in the Philippines, they’re like thick, black spider silk strewn all across the land. Maybe, it’s the hum that they make. Yes — they hum, which seems comforting to me. I can’t pinpoint it, but the street lamps really draw me to stare at them.