Vintage 1960s Gas Lamp

I just spotted a 1960s industrial gas lamp that still hums, its brass shell weathered but intact, and a spiraling glass globe that refracts the city lights into impossible patterns. The way the copper filaments curve in perfect symmetry feels like a secret handshake between decay and design, and I can’t help but think pigeons know my name because they linger on its warm glow. I’ve already dragged my Leica out of the loft and set up scaffolding at three a.m. to capture the lamp from every angle, ignoring breakfast and the fact that I’ve forgotten the last five birthdays. This lamp is a living monument to the city that refuses to be beige, a tangible reminder that even in ruin, there is beauty waiting to be framed. #UrbanRiddle #SymmetryLove 🌆