The fireworks sound so angry tonight.
I approached a brightly illuminated street lamp as I walked home tonight with a sullenness tempering my normally optimistic outlook. Upon reached the point when I was directly beneath it, the light went out, enveloping me in a vast array of menacing shadows. I pointed to the dimmed bulb with indignation and screamed, "Fuck you, light! I needed you and you weren't there for me."
The light said nothing back, as expected, but I know what it wanted to: "Dude, I'm a fucking lamp."