Maybe if I had a split personality or manic depression, those might be excuses. I have no excuse. It was a terrible idea. And now I have no choice but to see it through. At least I m not alone in this.
Fluorescent light is the light of poor people.
And bus stations. Yes, bus stations. Dreary, tile floored, drop ceiling, smoke stained rooms filled with fluorescent light bouncing off of plastic seats, vending machine glass and metal locker doors. It saturates the skin of the people sleeping in piles and clumps and turns them green. It shutters and flickers and reverberates like car alarms and jackhammers and people screaming in a visual soundscape.