Something about this light caught my eye. It struck me as so bleak that I stopped for a closer look.
I liked this picture at first because of the symmetry, but then I started to imagine all kinds of symbolism, as writers tend to do. A dull sky and a prison-like wall, and a light trapped in bars of metal. Maybe the light represents our minds, struggling to shine out from the bounds they are ordered to stay within. Or maybe it represents our creativity held back by the requirements of society.
Or maybe it’s just an ugly light on a cement wall.
