Light is Like Water.
On Wednesday night, like every Wednesday, their parents went to the cinema. The boys, lords and masters of the house, closed the doors and windows and then broke the bulb glowing in one of the living-room lamps. A jet of golden light as cool as water began to pour out of the broken bulb, and they let it run to a depth of almost three feet. Then they turned off the electricity, took out the rowing boat, and navigated wherever they pleased among the islands of the house.
This fabulous adventure was the result of a frivolous remark I had made while taking part in a seminar on the poetry of household objects. Toto asked me why the light went on with just the touch of a switch, and I could not be bothered to think about it twice.
‘Light is like water,’ I answered. ‘You turn on the tap and out it comes.’
“Light is Like Water”-Gabriel Garcia Marquez
