Week 8: Obsession (Lyndsey Robertson)

I struggled quite a bit with the idea of obsessive lighting. It wasn't until I thought about the things that I obsess over that I realized what is a perfect represention of obsessive lighting in my own perspective. For me obsession lies within the late nights spent typing up papers or doing research I knew I should have started earlier. The majority of the time I am typing alone in my room with the lights off in the hope that at least with my room light off, it will deter my mother from coming in and chastising me for procrastinating (again) on her way to the bathroom at 3 am.....which she will do regardless. This leaves me, more often than not, staring mindlessly into the bright light of my computer screen, struggling to finish the paper while fighting off the headache that the computer light ultimately brings me. Not to mention this is usually coupled with the use of my phone flashlight as I use it to read any physical notes or handouts I need for said paper since I'm too stubborn to just turn my room light back on. Seems kind of ironic that the warmth I would usually associate with my room light becomes a danger in alerting my mother in these scenarios and I am forced to hover about whatever harsh light I can extract from both my computer and my phone.