Should it be separated from the Darkness? Did the people of Earth have this right? Did the people of Earth have this imperative? Soon, the people of Earth were discussing the Light. The bearded man nodded his head, then shook it, then nodded again. Supposedly, a laboratory far away from them was developing a reactor that would split the Light from the Darkness. “Did you hear? About the Light Splitter? They say it could change the way we see.” But one day, a man stood outside his home scratching his beard and spoke to a neighbor. Usually, those facts were not about Light, Light being generally regarded as too banal. We were more concerned-and perhaps you will recognize this impulse-with our homes and our garments, our accomplishments and the number of facts we could retain and deliver at just the right moment. Like water and air, it was a fixture of life that the people of Earth devoted little thought to. It was many-hued, of varying gradients, gentle and unwavering. Everything, in short, but the space between. This Light covered the earth-the bark of trees, the skin of apples, the tongues of children, the palms of hands caressing hands. That may, I’m afraid, be as close as you’re going to get. Try, instead, to imagine a phosphorescence. ![]() That is light and darkness as you know it now. Perhaps what you see in your mind is a strobe light, the flashing beams you dance beside. They were two pieces of the same presence, bound to each other like the oxygen atoms that make up the molecules in our air. So, here: In the Before, Light was not distinct from Darkness. Memory, however, lives like the butterfly, transformed from its nubbly origins into something more beautiful, something with wings, that flits brightly into the distance and dies. I’d like to believe someone has told you this, has told you about what happened to us. But Light, the kind that did not require burning or electricity, existed long before. You like to say there was no light before your sun, your stars, your fire. The Day Uranus Entered Scorpio (Old Story with Benefits)by Caio Fernando Abreu Zachary Lazar’s The Apartment on Calle Uruguay by Sophie Pooleĭavid Coles’s Chromatopia: An Illustrated History of Colorby Sabine Russ Richard Peete and Robert Yapkowitz’s Karen Dalton: In My Own Timeby Jason Diamond Hasanthika Sirisena’s Dark Tourist: Essaysby Ilana Masad ![]() Painting Is a Supreme Fiction: Writings by Jesse Murry, 1980–1993.
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