Sensors on the Fritz
Lightning struck my building, and it’s the opposite of genius.
There aren’t light switches any more….we are at the mercy of motion detectors in Lubbers these days and and nights. For awhile, the lights weren’t working at all. You could go out in the hall and wave your arms around in the dark all you wanted, and nothing–pitch black.
Now, for some unnknown reason, the lights are shining brightly when I walk towards the building but the second I step over the threshold, everything plunges into darkness. The sensors are on reverse.
The whole thing feels so familiar to me. The whole experience–light shining out there….until I need it…reminds me so so so so much sorry, I can’t help it, of the writing process.
To write, 0ne has to be comfortable with the light being where you don’t really need it. One has to be comfortable working in the dark, walking in the dark. One has to just laugh when movement causes darkness and only perfect, perfect stillness causes the light to come on. When you least expect it.
I kind of love my building in its reversed state. It’s annoying but kind of splended and hilarious, too. It’s like love too isn’t it?
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