My ceiling fan has become a bizarre, um, fixture. It contains three lights. The lights on my fan haven't been changed since I bought the fan. I bought the fan about four years ago. The bizarre part of my fan is that only two lights have burnt out within four years. One of them flickered on and off on October 20, 2010. I thought nothing of it. The next day, the light burnt out. I went to school thinking nothing of it. When I entered school, I found out a friend of mine had died. After school, I returned home and thought of the fan. It must have been just a wiring thing, nothing unusual about it.
My fan with one light left.
A little more than a month later, on December 5, another light began to flutter and flicker. I started to think about October. I felt a turn in my stomach and the light went out. I reached for my phone and texted a friend. Before I sent the text, I received a text from my friend Chris. He said that another friend of mine was murdered. I looked at the lights. The two that went out flickered for a second. I steadily watched as the two lights faded. There is still one light left on my fan that hasn't gone out. I have an anxious feeling in my stomach about it because it is slowing losing its luminosity.