Every time the lights go out; when the man fat with money, switches them off because he can’t think of another way; I think to myself is this it? Will the lights ever come back on? Is today the day our society dissolves onto a dystopian cliché? I think to myself; if only I had bought a solar panel, if only I had switched off more, if only I had walked more. If only I hadn’t bought so much stuff, that more stuff had to be made. If only I hadn’t classified my wants as needs. If only I had lived simply. Then the lights come back on, and I’m back on Facebook, I’m watching T.V, I’m shopping online, I’m on Pinterest looking at stuff, stuff to want, stuff to buy, stuff I definitely ‘need’.