September 9th, 2008 posted by Bender Rodríguez
What Mark Pendl told me so very long ago
I remember, back when we were in university, that I told you that I did not like to turn the lights on in my flat until the very last moment, until I could no longer read by the light of the window in my parlour. I told you that, to me, the igniting of the lights meant that evening had arrived, that the day was over, and I did not want it to end. You said to me that you liked to turn on the lights early in the afternoon, as it breathed new life into a room, new colours came alive out of the shadows, and the light brought you happiness and rejuvenated your mind.
Now I too turn on the lights as soon as the time demands and the natural light within my flat no longer serves to warm my mind, and when I do ignite the light, when evening falls and the day draws to a close, I always think of you and what you said about colour.
"War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today."
John F. Kennedy