Have you ever sat and stared at the floor so long that you begin to see faces in the cloudy pattern of the tiles?
Have you ever watched the knots in paneling become eyes that glare at you as the downward curve of the fake-wood grain flashes an elongated frown that reminds you of The Scream?
Just wondering. If you have, you’re a little off. If the faces in the floors and walls also talk to you – you may need psychiatric help. 5 cents?