we talk about light.

(still writing it, it's in my brain already.)

And from the back, I could recognise him in an instance. It would take at least 100 years of fossilisation and weathering for me to forget his outline.

I gave that familiar figure a light tap on the bridge of his shoulders.

"Seems like you have found me!"

Well, I had an inside informer, I joked.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

Lamplights, I replied with much delight.

He gave me a slight nod motioning me to sit and continue on.

Before I came over, I walked down the pavement just round the corner from my house and realised, again, that 3 of the Lamplights were still lit on. I took a quick glance at my watch and it read 11:04 am (although the correct time should be 10:59 am - it gains 5 mintues).

I held the Lamplights in my thoughts through the bus-ride. The Government wouldn't waste resources in broad daylight. But they were lit for consecutive days and no one made a report of the wastage to the authorities. I thought it was a little absurd - I wasn't the only one that had seen the Lamplights lit.

Surely, God wouldn't leave 3 Lamplights on just to tell me something?

"Do you really think so?" He questioned me heavily.

I just gave my shoulders a shrug.

"Perhaps God really was telling you something; that the 3 unusually-timed Lamplights drew their light from a different and non-exhastible resource."

My eyes lit up instantly - that was the answer that I was looking for. The words spoken by someone living for more than just to earn than enough to pay off taxes and credit card loans.

He was learning as the Universe taught him.

"Have you heard of The Little Prince?" He interupted my thoughts.

I did that book in Literature, remember? You were my form for that year.

"Ah, yes. I remember now." A wide smile spread across his face, as if he was remembering something heavily nostalgic.

The Little Prince travelled from his asteriod, B-612 to 6 other asteriods where each of which is inhabited by an adult.

"Who is foolish in his own way.
And with that, The Little Prince is talking about us."

The sides of his lips curled upwards and continued, "On the 5th asteriod, The Little Prince met The Lamplighter.

The Lamplighter was in charged with the task of lighting the lamp at night and extinguishing it in the morning."

But the absurd thing was that the planet rotates once every minute. The Lamplighter is silly.

"Silly, but yet he was the only only adult to care about something other than himself."

But what has it got to do with what we were talking before?

"Well I was just wondering about something."

Wondering about?

"The Lamplighters of the lamplights you saw probably got a better job."