October’s Red Room Reflection from Lionel Pirsig, 2012

I go to the Red Room to shut the hell up. And I LIKE it. Words wash over me like a cleansing balm. The week’s troubles are melted away by the microscopic waves of sound, running through me on their never-ending quest to be heard. In the Red Room, I feel… homeopathic. Natural. Like, maybe this isn’t the most ‘efficient’ way to learn or hear, but it feels like the most natural. I hope that I will continue to find time in my semi-artificial modern life for the breaths of weird but real fresh air I find here.