April 29, 2018
Their union (or almost-union, depending on whose perspective it is) was like a haphazard house. Someone built it, sure, and it protected them from the weather. But if one examines the house, they would see that light switches are installed at the side of the room opposite the door. One would have to walk across the room, in the dark, before they could turn on the light. Upon switching these on, however, one would be informed that the bulb is busted. Cross the room again to look for a light source. Flashlight, candle, matches, a sense of direction, transparency.