Feasting on Light

Essay in Embryo #1

A ladybug flits wildly in the milky glass under our kitchen light, amongst the dried, dead husks of its brethren and other insects. It won’t stop until it’s dead. It is after the light; the full-on, inebriating white light in front of it.

God is Light, and in Him there is no darkness at all. – 1 John 1:5b

Don’t go towards the light, the movie says as the pace of the cardiograms stutter, meaning, Don’t die yet.

[T]he night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. – Psalm 139:12b

The text box in which I type is engulfed in 24 inches of white back-lighting. I’ll be off the computer soon, I say to N. An hour later, my eyes hurt, and she’s still waiting.

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About bp

I'm writing a book. It's called, Wake, Sleeper. My writing revolves around this idea of art: attempts to recover what is lost.
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