In a White Room with Black Curtains Near the Station -- Dianne Pearce
This fabulous song by Cream has been in my mind this week, primarily because of the first line of the lyrics, which is the title of this post.
I work as an editor, and over the past week have edited a mystery novel, one collection of short stories that are acting as a novel when put together, and five mini pieces from five different authors as part of a small workshop I held, and they were one mystery, two sci-fi/speculative, two memoir/non-fiction. And as part of this week's editing I have encountered a few times what I have come to think of as "the white room," and with that, because that is just how my mind works, the Cream song quickly follows (I do love that song, so maybe any excuse? I mean, those lyrics are great!) Other than containing the white room, the Cream song doesn't actually apply here, but maybe it will help us remember the concept.
And perhaps a famous author we have all heard of was also inspired by the Cream song, because she is the correct age to be so influenced, and because look at this director's rendering of her vision: