1879 Set My Living Room Free

One-thousand little burning filaments in one-thousand little glass bulbs. One-thousand years of pain and suffering and another forty-nine thousand just for good measure. One little switch releases one little current and the room fills with the sought-after of one-thousand generations. One-hundred-billion fires later with all the third-degree burns in the world and man finally gets the magic light of the gods. All the hard-work that all the hard-working men sparked into flame to hide from the dark, and Edison’s magic fire hides my living-room at the flick of a switch.