"For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication."
Friedrich Nietzsche
Cobalt used to burn down every five years. I remember going into a corner store that was built in an old headframe. The shaft was roped off, just behind the comic books. Those were the days - when you were trying to read Archie comics, you could just push your inconvenient kid brother down to the bottom of a silver mine if he bothered you.