In my mind’s eye there is a room where the walls, the floor, everything is white. When I open the door there is always some kind of party going on, everyone having an interesting time, sometimes in a wild way, but more often nice and quietly. I think these people must be off-duty circus performers but I am not sure. They seem to like animals a lot. Or they may be descendants of the characters Alice met in Wonderland. Who knows? I watch for awhile, and then I go away closing the door behind me.