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.(c) Copyright 2012 Red Room. Material on this site is the property of contributing members of the Red Room Community. Please do not copy any part of this publication. Thank you.