The lights in this room are so symmetrical, reminiscent of the road, I can imagine them continuing further and expanding into a long underground tunnel where you cannot see the end, with only the thin strips of light on either side to guide your way. It draws my focus so easily, one of those things you can’t help but stare at fixedly while time seems to drag on without your knowledge. The rest of the room is this weird mesh of the industrial and I guess attempted ‘modern’ design; the flashy screens in amongst drab grey tones, the dotted pattern on the roof could’ve looked charming if not for that jarring steel door, the harsh sheet-like blinds and the unsightly slab of concrete which abruptly stops its symmetry. It draws my focus too, but not in a good way. Seriously who designed this place, because it’s just a collision of two completely different styles which should never go together. It’s like someone cooked up a nice burger and decided to serve it with a side of roast asbestos. Why is this a thing, why did someone get paid to do this, why am I sitting in this right now. I want to just ignore it all and just gaze back at the vividly blinding light strips which caught my attention so readily, probably the only source of brightness in the hopefully bleak life of an interior designer.