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.
"I do not fear death, in view of the fact that I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it."
Mark Twain