A black totem figure with a streetlamp for a halo — wired to the thing that lights him, plugged into his own source. The light isn't free; it drips on his head like rain. The heart is the only color the figure lets show through the body, a red beat under all the dark scribble. Small yellow stick figures at the foot — children, family, the ones he is lit for and the ones watching him be lit. The lamp arcs over the head in one continuous line that becomes the noose and the halo at the same time. About the weight of being the one who carries the light home.
— tijo