The Blue Room

In the blue room, everything is blue. As you walk in, your mood changes. The Blue room never allows you to be happy, not sad, but never happy. The Blue Room challenges you to reflect and dream, but never happy dreams.

The Blue rooms begs you to feel guilt when you've done wrong, the Blue room praises you when you have done right - but everything is understated. Emotions always seem less poignant, extasy less happy and depression less sad. Everything fits into a middle ground, nearly devoid of all emotion, like a hole in the space of time.

The Blue room has a floor, which meets the walls, just as the ocean meets the sky. If you've ever sailed on a calm autumn day, where the sea and sky have no colour, where there are no clouds or sun, yet there is a difference in tone between the two, so slight you'd miss it if you blinked, you know the Blue room. That's how the blue room is, the blue is not light, nor dark, it's a wash of grey and blue, the carpet slightly duller than the walls.

The Blue room can calm you, it can calm you nearly to the state of agitation. The Blue room can clear your mind of all thoughts, nearly to the stage where your thoughts seem so vivid, they are almost within your reach.

The Blue room silences you, to the stage where you hear screaming so loud, you want to cover your ears, yet never realise it's your own.

High in the wall lays a round window, like a port hole from a ship. On a day like today, the light seems the same colour as the room, it's almost not light, just a blue, grey colour flowing to a point on the floor.

In the blue room there is no chair, so I sit in a circle on the floor. Nobody comes into my room, to everyone else the blue room is disturbing. The blue room frightens people by the thoughts and ambiguity it provokes somewhere deep within them. But they don't understand why this distress, comforts, why this happiness, saddens, why these dreams are nightmares, and why the frowns, smile. But in the blue room, nothing is quite as it seems.

In the blue room your strength is a weakness. In the blue room being fast, slows you down. In the blue room, the winners are the losers, and first place is actually last. In the blue room, love spirals into hate, quiet and silence are loud, and when your heart slows to a steady beat, your breathing quickens to keep pace.

If you sit in my circle of light, you're not sitting, you're flying. In the blue room my impossible becomes so achievable, you no longer wish to persevere in your original aim.

In the blue room you can never win, nor can you admit defeat. In the blue room the wind never howls, the rain never hammers, thunder never claps, and birds never sing, yet if you listen carefully you can hear every sound so clearly, you want to cover your ears with your hands, and make it go away.

In the blue room dreams are born, and dreams die. Hopes are raised, and hopes are vanquished. Nothing is achieved, yet everything seems to be done. In the blue room, everything is blue, as you walk out, your mood changes, and suddenly everything is what it seems.