Right now you're sitting at the kitchen table and eating some sandwiches that look like a homeless person's food. Well, or for the food of a poor student

You're looking at the lamp. The lamp 'looks' at you. Spark. Storm. Emotions

This lamp has been here since you moved to live here. It has become closer to you than your whole family. After all, who will shine a light on you so that you make a more or less good meal for yourself from some scraps?