I walk out of the room, leaving the reading lamp on. I know I am not coming back for an hour or so. I know I want to re-enter the room exactly as I am leaving it now - with the lamp on. There is a dilemma inside - the eco-minded side of me, the energy-conserving, the "green" side of me wants to turn the light off. The self-centered, aesthetic, "red" side of me wants to just leave the light on - burning somehow in my honor, on my behalf, for me. That's what I want - I want to re-discover this place as it is customized to my arbitrary wishes. And this desire is entangled with a sense of guilt about wasting energy, resources, money. How much is an hour of electricity from a simple reading lamp? What is the footprint of this indulgence? Dilemmas of being are everywhere ...