But lamp? Ah... My halogen lamp buzzes cheerfully, reminding me that it could be yet brighter, if i were to only unthrottle the power that waits at its base.
Its shadows are short, dancing across the floor and then disappearing as I walk calmly by... It is my friend of ten years, my companion across two states and a thousand miles, twice nursed back to health and conqueror of countless moths. Computers are soulless machines, humans fickle, but in the cold of winter at dead of night, my lamp shines bright by my side.