Ode to my lightswitch
There is a light switch in my bathroom. Only one. But it refuses to conform to the rules of light switchery...
You say on, it says off.
Somewhere in the middle you get what you want.
You can stand there with effort, holding the switch in just the right place for the light to be on...or you can accept the darkness and move on, leaving the light switch to revel in its own stubbornness.
Sometimes it chooses to correspond its actions with the "on/off" markings it bears...other times not.
Now there's life in a....well, a light switch.
You say on, it says off.
Somewhere in the middle you get what you want.
You can stand there with effort, holding the switch in just the right place for the light to be on...or you can accept the darkness and move on, leaving the light switch to revel in its own stubbornness.
Sometimes it chooses to correspond its actions with the "on/off" markings it bears...other times not.
Now there's life in a....well, a light switch.