The lighting is weird on city streets at night.
That it exists is weird.
That it turns itself off and on is weird.
That it involves poles and miles of wires…is weird.
That innovation is changing all of these things, is also weird.
That all of our predecessors delighted in the early-model depressing
yellow lights is again weird.
And how weird it is that all of it just sits there next to us and alters
the region so forcefully and so stealthily,
We remember an asshole ranting, but if we examine the memory… we
remember a buzzing yellow glow, assaulting a conversation from the top
of a pole, and nobody said much.
It’s just that the light was weird.
We know that it would be best
to end Weird Lighting.
We must be passionate about ending weird lighting.