What does one say about the insanity of a dark room… flamboyant voices with extraordinary clarity have tried to reason it out with the dark room, but it always has the last word, and that word is unclear… many have tried to listen to it with the precision of the most meticulously trained ear, and measures of the most determined head, but the closer they thought they were getting, the more, it seemed, they were losing their mind… by the time they would claim to have heard the last word of the dark room, it was too late to make sense… whatever they had heard, sounded at best absurd…
In the dark room, I hide my most precious expressions… that is where, they are safe… what does one say about the sanctuary of the dark room… many have tried, many have ended up with notebooks full of poetry and an inability to participate in the market…
Story Of The Footloose 