Jackie: close your eyes. what do you see?
Thomas: my eyes are closed.
Jackie: yeah, but what do you see?
Thomas: black...
Jackie: look harder.
Thomas: these little speckles of light, floating around like a lava lamp.
Jackie: that should go away.
Thomas: it's going. it's gone. now it's black. no, hold on. it's mainly black but, it's kind of fuzzy. like snow on a tv.
Jackie: it doesn't go away. you could wait an hour, a year. it'll still be all fuzzy.
(the black balloon)
