tuesdaynight

The follow is a piece I wrote on the flight out to LA on Monday. It is quite raw, i.e. it has been spell checked but that’s about it. I’m not sure what it is about or what it means…… be so good as to tell me.

In the town I have never been – The Lamp Maker

In the town I have never been, the shops are clustered together.  Grouped by their common theme, their common thread.  Butcher next to butcher.  Fishmonger next to fishmonger.  Gallery next to gallery.

People frequent the stores their parents frequented.  People frequent the stores their friends frequent.

There was always the right number of each kinds of store.  No one knew why.  It just worked out that way.  There was the right number of florists (five.)  There was the right number of jewelers (three.)

But there was only one lamp maker.  Not for want of lamps.  People queued up at the lamp maker’s door in hopes of getting his latest piece.  No, there was no other lamp maker because no one could match the lamp maker’s skill.  His lamps were the brightest they cast more joy they scared away more creatures from the door they were simply superior to anything else that could be or was.

And all of these lamps were his failures.