Written Room of the Mattress Factory

This room is quiet and the only light comes from the yellow rays entering through the windows.  The street below is silent too, the residents of the area have already left for jobs or school or errands.  The room itself is large and industrial looking; fitting because the previous business was a mattress factory, hence the name.  The walls and floor are all a light tan color that seems to suggest a desert setting or the tan that covers a young girl on the first few days of summer.  The tan background is covered in black lettering, all connected, all in Farsi, all random.  It swirls around the room like a tornado, picking up all of your emotions and feelings and scattering them.  Sadness seems to linger here, and it penetrates your mind.  Do you feel it?  I feel it, the artist felt it, the space feels it.  Your worries and fears seem to come to the front of your mind as you wander across the floor.  No one is seeing and feeling the same memories and emotions as you, right in this moment.  You are alone, yet surrounded by others wallowing in the misery of their pasts.  Take a deep breath, remember you are not defined by your low times and failures, and leave the room.