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3 December 1996

Cold Light

The first light doesn't come through the small dirty attic window until after noon.

The light slaps against the grey wall and slides down to the floor in barely perceptible ripples. Once the light--which accumulates in small coagulated globs--reaches the floor, it creeps along the sloping baseboard until it reaches the lowest corner of the loft. After a few hours enough has accumulated to fill a shallow bowl.

Late in the afternoon I use a hypodermic needle to transfer the light into the bowl. I then place the bowl in the center of the otherwise empty room. When I touch a match to the bowl of light, it burns with a grey wavering flame that fills the room with darkness.

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