Street Lamp



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.