"Film director"

So. You're in a room. Everybody you love - or even like - is in this room with you. The walls are red and they’re serving your favorite drink.

You are so loved within this room. Dressed appropriately for the mood you are in, the room is collectively loving you. And even worse, caring for you.

There is a lot of care for you.

But we suffocate you with our care, don't we? The walls are bleeding, aren't they? They're bleeding and the drinks are blood too.

No.

They don't get it.

It's velvet. It's paint and the drinks are fine. They're great, actually, and you appreciate their love and their care.

Your boots are unrelated, but they're so dusty. They can sleep in the rose bed.

That's how it is. You're in this room, everybody loves you, everybody cares for you, they’re trying to figure out what is wrong. But nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Everthing is.