When I was young, I would gather around the pool with my cousins, every summer beach vacation, and go diving for glowsticks in the night. My father designed the exercise. Like streetlights strange effect on trees, there was something captivating about the unnatural light.
Recently, I feel like I've been dropping glowsticks into myself, and watching where they land. How they light up the strange new spaces, with beautiful, unnatural light.