Overcoming darkness with artificial light, we frame a state of mind: the routine of day in, day out is okay. At the first sign of the sun’s decent, street lights ignite to ensure a seamless close of the day and to preserve a sense of security and control. In haste to maintain status quo, the switch-flickers create an awkward, beautiful overlap of nature and culture. Such moments are a reward for contending with an endless cycle of days and nights. The real burden of the cycle is its predictability. There's no need to change the rotation of the earth, so, staring at the dramatic sky, dotted with halogen white, why not enjoy the pleasure of discovering the stage set by gas stations, mall parking lots and highways? Fix your gaze upward, suggest forgetting which light is replacing the other, suspend the cycle and time, extend the sense of being on the verge—let potentiality, unpredictability and apocalypse intoxicate.
What do you think?