EVEN AS A YOUNG BOY, when out walking with friends but mostly when I was walking alone … If we, ( or I ) walked past a lonely abandoned-looking house, my attention would always be drawn to one light on in the bedroom of a house or apartment. The shades were always pulled and an old worn looking lampshade always gave off a dull, dingy yellow color of desperation. I always ( could almost see) that a lonely defeated person was hunching in that dreadful-looking room, I always knew it was me. I never starred for long, I knew the ‘dreadful light scene’ would always be waiting for me around any corner whispering, “Look, I’m over here, come see yourself inside.”
Frankie The Earthman 