The lighting in here is great for contemplation. I imagine a loud stillness filling my apartment, disrupted by the high pitch buzzing, blasting both my ears. It appears my physical form knows something before me and the party started the second I woke up wondering what I’ll do today. I didn’t get out of bed until eight so the sun was wasted and perhaps I’ll waste with it and feign nocturnal. My monstera must be overthinking too because its dying in its front row window. Maybe we’re both great at contemplating, and the lighting in here is great for contemplation.