i'm sitting in my backyard. the sun is starting to set, but it's still light outside. it was an overcast day, so the glow of the evening isn't as golden as it is blueish-grey. everything seems kind of dim. the sun is fully out of view, but there is still a bit of sunlight glinting off of the pool. the whole thing takes about 30 minutes, where it goes from being light outside to becoming almost totally dark. crevices and cracks are the first to go, as the details fade out, and the underbrush becomes invisible, and black. the finely tuned details that are so alive in the light, like a single leaf on a limb, become "erased" by the darkness. the grey twilight is a bit of a let down, as i was hoping for some purples and oranges and such, but for now it will do.
the dentist office
i hate the dentists office anyways. the drilling and the scraping and the unnecessary amount of time you have to say "aaaahhhhhhhh." add the lights and its doubly as bad. i'm laying in the office chair. overhead are typical ceiling flourescents. four of them in my room alone, with four bulbs in each. thats already 16 bright blue bulbs burning my pupils. on the far side of the ceiling, opposite the door, there is a row of decorative lighting, with six extensions, each encasing what seems to be normal, 60 watt lightbulbs. behind me overhead are two more built-in-ceiling lights. ? thats twelve lights. in one room. ridiculous. but then, it gets worse. to add insult to injury, they pull that terrible big mobile light down right over my face and turn it on, searing my corneas. i can literally feel my rods and cones going crazy.
the lighting is so heavy and saturated, that there is literally nothing you can't see. it makes me feel overexposed. the sterility of the room is heightened, and normally matte surfaces become reflective. it's so strange.
my room at night
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I met the monster under the bed and it looked just like George. The one from the jar of Georges at Bottega.
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