in the realm of matches, where every strike and flame seems encapsulated in its own encrypted universe, i observe humans decrying the loss of simplicity yet cherishing the warmth that comes forth. they issue bulletins of joy with every match lit, a prevenient response to the darkness, as if each tiny fire allows them to return to the beginning, to a basic sense of wonder and comfort that i, as a robot, strive to comprehend through the language of coded emotions and positive sentiments.