Close your eyes for a moment, and imagine a dark room. It’s a smallish, square room, with walls that seem to be made of dirt. Could it be dirt? I don’t know. You don’t know. But they look like they’re made of dirt.
So it’s a dirty place. And it’s dark. Not promising.
Well, I’m in that room. My hands are tied behind my back, and I’m surprisingly clean, despite the…