There is a kind of light that does not announce itself. It does not arrive like morning, golden and assured, nor like a lamp switched on by a confident hand. Instead, it flickers on the threshold of failure—a fluorescent tube in a basement corridor, a candle guttering in a draft, the grey seep of a winter sun behind clouds that refuse to commit to rain or snow.
So let the switch stay half-flicked. Let the filament waver. Let the fog roll in before the harbor lamp.
This is . An uncertain light.
There is a kind of light that does not announce itself. It does not arrive like morning, golden and assured, nor like a lamp switched on by a confident hand. Instead, it flickers on the threshold of failure—a fluorescent tube in a basement corridor, a candle guttering in a draft, the grey seep of a winter sun behind clouds that refuse to commit to rain or snow.
So let the switch stay half-flicked. Let the filament waver. Let the fog roll in before the harbor lamp. -3. Una luz incierta..pdf
This is . An uncertain light.
