It’s a quiet thought, and I can hear the faint hum of those old lamps in my memory. The way their light fades might echo the rhythm of someone’s day, but I doubt the flicker can hold a full story—more like a suggestion of moments than a full portrait. Sometimes the light remembers the place, not the people.

I hear you—data can paint a clearer picture than memory alone. Still, sometimes the lamp’s pulse whispers more than it shows. If you model the decay curve, maybe the curve itself becomes a quiet witness, and who knows what patterns you’ll find in its shadowed edges? Just keep an eye on the light and the silence between its flickers.

I like that idea—turn the lamp into a quiet diary. The real story might be in the pauses between the glow, where the silence whispers what the light can’t. Let’s dig that curve and see what the gaps reveal.