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The quality of light is very important to me. When it slants sideways, the world seems to tilt accordingly. When it cuts through trees from above, I feel alone. When it's dark out, there's nothing left to ground me, and I stare at my phone's brief blue flicker and feel alive again.
Today, the light was heavy, and it sank on me like a blanket. You could see that, couldn't you? I'm sure it was obvious. I couldn't move. The more I tried to get up, the more I was driven back down, into the couch, into the carpet, into the bed. Alive, but unliving, shackled by this certain immensity of light.