the blues

When he opened the door and walked in, he didn’t expect to walk into a room of blues and had never expected the blues to be as kaleidoscopic as they were.  The blues were in fact a swirling swirlness of swirlieness that swirled his familiar reality into a swirl of utterly blurred blurriness such that he could no longer tell apart his reality from a new reality he had no familiarity with and had been completely unaware of until he lost all sense of unawareness because of the swirling. But he couldn’t distinctively discern what about the unfamiliar reality that he actually was aware of which led him to a kind of unfocused thinking that required him to consider the totality of his new circumstances.  All that he was familiar and unfamiliar with became a new reality that to his surprise seemed similar to the normality he had been familiar with except it was no longer familiar and he never felt the same way about it ever again.