You were looking for a lamp with pre-storm, pre-rain light. I wanted to turn it on when life became unbearable and enjoy its warm rays, as if filtered through amber. I was searching and suddenly remembered my photographer friend, a true artist, who abandoned everything and went far, far away in search of the same beautiful light. He left and never returned. Tragically died in pursuit of a dream - in poverty and loneliness. And then you wondered: wasn’t the sacrifice in vain? Was it worth the dream? Maybe it’s better to stay here, in an unbearable life, than, fighting for an idea, suddenly die and end up there - in an incomprehensible death? And after thinking about it, you bought an ordinary halogen lamp, functional and inexpensive. And the light... Why this light?