The Broken Light Bulb with a Quarter of a Squiggly

I broke a light bulb the last time I played Edwardfortyhands. I don't even know how it happened. It was like before I knew what was happening, I was falling steadily to the floor, grasping for anything that would catch me before I'd fall. In an instant, I was down...and then I caught a glimpse of the lamp and the light bulb moved in slow motion until it hit the object of which would be its doom. Your mind is an interesting place when almost black out drunk, ladies and gentlemen.

Now sober, I'm left to pick up the pieces, pun fully intended. When I walked into the room where it all went down, the light bulb which was of the squiggly variety laid shattered. There was only the base fragment left with a quarter of what once was a squiggle. As I looked at the broken light bulb, I immediately came to the realization that me and this light bulb aren't that different after all. We both want to be something beautiful that does a degree of service to the world, but we both are incapable to because of our imperfections.