The city is bright. No surface lacks a bulb and no area lacks a glow. It has always been that way and as far as anyone is concerned it will always be that way. Life is good here; the lights are a constant joy that make each day and night a little bit brighter (literally).
This story is written to shed light (no pun intended) on the feelings those facing internal crises obtain. When someone is struggling with their mental health, the people around them cannot see how much they are battling. In this story, as the lights go away for the boy, he falls more and more apart. No one realizes his pain though, as their lights are still on.
It is important to remember that while someone may look like they have it all put together, they could be falling apart inside. Treat each person as though their bulbs are fading, and share your light with those around you.