Relax. It’s turquoise, that unmistakeable swatch singing there in the dark behind them. Closed. I’ve never seen that, not in all those times taking acid back in the day. Or I don’t remember. But no, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this friendly turquoise in closed eyes.
I have been discovering sweet things here in the tiny acupuncture rooms, each only one massage table wide. And only enough room around it to walk sideways if you are…
