Sometimes it’s just the simple things – a dark room lit by a tiny glinting swath of sunlight at a specific hour, casting shadows of fall leaves blowing fiercely in the wind, juxtaposed with oscillating colors beaming out of a lamp as modern and synthetic as it gets.
The partially subterranean room rarely gets light, and for the few moments that it does, it’s dramatic, especially next to iridescent blues and purples.
(let me guess, you’ve been out picking mushrooms lately?)