What must the world look like to light bulbs?
All scalps and cleavage, tips of noses and the occasional pair of protruding ears.
In empty rooms, just dust. Perhaps a few dirty footprints, and the stains left by un-coastered cups.
A light bulb would know about the time your parents were out of town, and you and an old flame drank their liquor and replaced it with water, then made love on their king size bed.
It is no small blessing that when light bulbs blacken and die, they take their stories with them.