
The light someone chose
Behind the counter of the Mojo Bar in Offenbach, a pink neon sign hangs among flowers; below it the bar front glows warm, and beside it the bottle shelves are a cool blue. I could have neutralized all of it with light of my own, and the picture would have been cleaner. But then it would no longer have been this place. Someone chose this light, and what mattered to me was leaving it alone. In places like this I first ask which light is already there before I add any of my own.
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