‘The keepers will be able to see your light’ I said. ‘Just as you can see theirs’. You said it was funny to think that your light could be seen miles away, but that was the thing about light, I said, you don’t need a lot of it. The other way round, a sliver of dark in a sunny garden, you’d never spot it, the light’s stronger and quicker and the eye goes looking for it. If you think of the world like that, it doesn’t seem a bad place.

The Lamplighters by Emma Stonex