It’s late at night. The faint blue light is invisible in the yellow glow emanating from the exposed light bulb that hovers in the middle of the room. Once upon a time, the bulb was brand new. It’s white light shone brightly, illuminating things both good and bad. Now everything it touches is coated in a thin wash reminiscent of egg yokes. The room and its contents are rotten. No words can change that. No music can change that. There is only one thing that can change it. But the new bulbs are in the other room.

And it’s late at night.