Glass, xenon, ABS plastic, and visible electric current swoop in to prevent the groggy and inebriated from stubbing it, stepping on it, colliding with it, and biting it in the dark. Or at least slightly reduce the odds. MoMa's Plasma Nightlight plugs directly into outlets and switches on to reveal a web of crawling neon beams in reds and purples that gravitate towards fingertips--or more daring anatomical parts--in dramatic loop-de-loops when they touch its bulb.
That's all I got. Unless you want to hear about the 15-minute argument I had with a lady yesterday about the difference between vertical and horizontal.
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