After the Blackout

Upon arriving at my house very late this evening, in truth it was more morn than night, I was unsettled to discover my home lit up with a most powerful and unnatural light. The very air around me was so suffused with this bright mixture, that seemed to flow from out my windows and doorway like the hot gold spilled from a cauldron, as to be Elysium's gate. Although I am not by nature a superstitious man, I must confess that for a moment I thought that this must be some kind of enchantment. I imagined, for just a moment mind you, that inside this house must be some kind of revelry of which you sometimes hear on from the oldest days in fanciful books. Of glowing naked nymphs and warm-blooded statues, playing on lutes and braiding one another's long hair, the golden age come again and the gods among us. When I finally did tremblingly enter my door and gaze upon my interior, I discovered that hung in many places, along my walls and ceilings, were ingenious balls of glass, laid by I know not who, that contained this supernatural seeming lightning inside them, each separately. What's more, I have since been told that these devices have always been here and that I along with others often partook of their use before. They tell me, indeed, that perhaps my mind has become slightly addled to have forgotten so. They blame the disappearance of some man or creature titled 'electricity'. They assure me that with his return, and as with the return of the light he furnishes, all will be well. It is true that, often, when I think on my distant past of more than a week ago, I seem to be like one who is standing on the top of a fog banked hill, so much is unclear... I know not what to think.