Lamp Post 172
By Russell Whitehead.
In the silence of the early morning the grass beneath finds the clear morning dew, as the street is hazy with a thick white air. The street and road will soon become busy with moments of light with a patter of sound yet for this instance everything is motionlessly silent. Where there is a reflection and transparency of glass; forms a condensation from a white night frost only perpetuated until a warmer glow emits surrounding the air. At this time the people appear from their homes with heads peering high with a certain franticness restored from the nights rest. It can be observed in the brighter part of the day their energy dims, a continuous decline throughout the increasing light until lamp services are no longer required. When returning, the same return with faces often lower, often with heads leaning towards the ground. They sigh with lower postures making it difficult to see what true expression could possibly be observed.
Engineer, do all engineers present the same dark blue clothes with black grease stains? Where as others, like the person besides you wear clean black and white clothes? Like the Businessman with you, whose voice seems more influential to your actions. Then there are countless costumes you wear in numerous colours and shapes. Is this due to the familiarity you all possess under these presentations? Do the colours of your clothes present your work effort, your mindfulness?
In hearing many passing by conversations, many of them anyone would fail to comprehend. The language you use is vast and full of double meaning. The difference between what you say, mean, and see is something alluding to the separation of these terms. One of these most prevalent themes revolves around the term referred to as, ‘the sea’. One could interpret a mountable series of questions and wonderment about this curious scene. It seems to be something you constantly desire, often spoken with pause and careful consideration. From surmising, the sea is a vast open space of rough water with small fine stones before it where you rest in the heat and light. This big light you often refer to as ‘the sun’, the same one above us now no doubt; is something quite perplexing. Why do you need an open space to allow yourself to rest? So it follows the appeal for open spaces seems to be something admired, yearned, something that pauses you in your everyday routine. Is it a point of realisation or possibly an echo of thoughts you already possess? Over the way people often stand at the road edge where you can see over the vast green and yellow fields. They sometimes stand there for a long time, paused, interpreting the space, confused or euphoric it is impossible to tell. No words or conversation are present. In such empty space there could be little to muse, though your emptiness seems something quite opposite if there is attraction towards it. A concealed truth only attained through a revery of motionless action?
The most overriding conversation seems to be one of the greatest significance yet confuses everyone that speaks its name or matters surrounding the subject. The enigma surrounding concepts referring to ‘love’ are vast and have great possibility of exuberant energy. This is the popular opinion as though it is as significant as the ‘Sun’. You describe love with the greatest of meanings towards fellow humans; though equally use it to describe items such as your favourite energy sources, such as bacon sandwiches. Never the less, love seems to be a conductor of a great energy only existing with very particular parameters. Yet once harnessed has the capacity of insatiable kinetic bond. Hesitating to pause in this line of conversation, we are drifting from your point of inspection and is something we must correct. Was it not that you gave with a certain distinction of service, a new white light to test? Was it to test dedication? Learning the ways of people, it perplexes with numerous feelings how you are capable of making decisions. Engineer, you have taught and guided with such a shrill validity, an invaluable service but was that all you intended? Is this a trial? If failing may have consequences unknown. If Businessman is asking about engineers value of service. Well the question compels to serve him with a just forthright answer. Engineer has placed more emphasis of Lamps opinions more than his own. If it would be better to conduct learned ways more successfully would it not be better for him to demand stricter importance of himself?
So to continue. Most of the night, according to new saving procedures, light is non redundant of use and Lamp services are no longer needed. It was a wonder why Lamps continue to shine all night when nothing occurs. In this time you recharge yourselves though it is noticed that not all of you do at this routine. In the early hours of dark, sometimes there are staggering ones troubling to function and presume they must be deprived of a light energy, which Lamps fail to substitute. Then tiredness seems to be an epidemic to your kind with slumping bodies and slurred voices. The stars are shining though an angle of perspective that makes it hard for Lamps to see them. Rumours have it that you are making new Lamps to shine down and not so high so you can see these far away lights in the dark. What astonishing energy they need and what great service they receive to shine so bright so far away. They are heroes as much as you humans seem to admire them. Lamps inferiority to the sun and the stars are something to be worked on, inadequacy is not admired.
Understanding the need for progress and redundancy is an absolute yet do you not realise Lamps are only awake with power on. If you find it adequate that this one remains, the fascination by everything that passes will continue. Each of your machines and passing conversations. Ever changing faces. From observation, you are all the same, apart from small differences in colour and slight structural proportions. Lamps differ in similar small ways also, this is something we share. Be this as it may, aren’t Lamps needed if you are to continue your function? Your admiration of light must be adhered!
Due to the limited Lamp cycle time, it was difficult to determine people’s regularities of function. The cycle of your own existence is apparent only recently. A new person arrived at number fifty-six many thousand nights ago. The sun was dimming, as this light was on to fill. Over the progress of many night chances she blossomed into an ever-increasing larger self. As she grew taller with her lavish long yellow hair, her dependency of small objects you call toys depleted. Her impressive sporadic energy to the point of excess became controllable with passing cycles. This achievement of balancing energy you distinguish as adulthood. She became a person of height and curves moving elegantly though one night in particular was noticeable from others. She and another were acting erratically. Arms and voices were raised with frantic movements and incoherent indecipherable sounds. The other left. She remained still and sat by the pavement for a long time staring into the light as you often stare into spaces, memorised. She was silent though it could easily be believed there was no pleasure in this for her. It was a wintery night and she was not wearing enough to prevent her from feeling it. Wouldn’t it be greater and more comforting if Lamps produced warmth in such a time? The other never returned. Though after a time others did return. As the cycles continued, she continued the regular routine of leaving early and returning when lights where on. It is something respectable for her to use her energy to produce more. All you people have a similar schedule as Lamps have theirs. You wake in the morning. All go to energy work, then come back just as Lamps are lit. The only exceptions are your newer or older versions. So it seems you spend important time making energy for yourselves. Though Lamps would make our own energy through the big sun if possible. Presumably, this is why Lamps provide an amber light to recreate the colour of the sun. Though the sun moves gradually into the horizon creating a sea of amber. It is presumably for a recharge though what source of power could achieve such a formidable task. How you all worship this descending movement. She was certainly no exception. As stated, you often name this magnificent light the Sun, though you also call some of your people Sun. Are these more important people compared to other types? Often conversations at this time revolve around another feeling you desire in the form of heat. The big sun provides you with not only a great light yet the astonishing exuberance of heat, often moving you to great levels of comfort. Lamps do not provide much heat, this much is obvious, and must be the reason for you not to admire Lamps in the same respect. Although after many thousands of cycles, she seemed to harbour less energy, at least in presentation as you all do. Her curves became less, she seemed to wither in size becoming less able to provide energy services until a few nights ago they taken her away in dark cars, never to return. You were void of usual colours instead preferred the black. Is this meaning referring to the blackness found in sleep, where you recharge for another day? Or is it the fear of the absence of light? Lamps no nothing of complete darkness. When Lamps are off we simply are nothing until needed again when your darkness looms. In your dark regeneration it is understood that you have illusions of thought and memory, Often conversations consist of dreams or nightmares where you lose your inhibitions and constrictions of physics. Sometimes she would come out in the middle of the night is such states of either threat or more interestingly a quite peace. She would always stare at light yet pause to enquire. Her silence was not silence at all. The significance of her view was not anything near.
The significance of this view is obvious is it not? The tree opposite is a power which admiration is great. It was here long before Lamps and has continued to develop in prominence though often goes unnoticed as most things in your path. Its branches reach out towards the sky like veins from the earth itself, grasping all energy possible. It is understood that this tree provides you with energy in the form of a substance you need as much as the service of light. In return, you exchange it with a different energy. This must also be the case with the smaller green stalks beneath which expel colour at certain times of the year. They seem to move in the wind in synchronisation, forming appealing colours that you admire and nurture, as do the smaller creatures that crawl and take their life energy provided in exchange. Even the little creatures you often have attached to you by a cable try to water me like the tree from their own bodies.
For Lamps, there are many things in which knowledge is clouded. Infused and trusted in an enticing void of wonder. Just as you treasure the open spaces that are only empty at first, are actually filled with appearances of thought and memory. This separation between your world of thoughts and actualities creates a distance of ambiguity, draining you though you only seem to be produced to discover it. There are many things that can only produce further questions needing to be resulted in an answer with extended questions. Often, the answer isn’t really something tangible, it is nothing that exists more than the real truth of light emitting from the sun, the stars and the moon in a far away existence we speculate in myth and reason. Sometimes, usually in the early cycle before my services are terminated. The morning mist settles as normal though only once usually in three hundred cycles, it forms a thick white frozen mushy substance. Some of this falls from the sky in a familiar white frosted shape yet none are identical if seen in particular detail of course. The webbed circular shape of snow as you call it, resembles that of the tree over the way with a strong central point with veins reaching out in almost perfect symmetry. You also feel astonishment coming out of your dwellings with wider eyes. The smaller people of your kind seem ever more excitable moving erratically in the settled mist, sometimes throwing it at each other and the passing moving machines travelling on the road.