Eat, Pray, Love

that one tiny blue square for hours on end, shutting her eyes and pretending she’s inside her
own house.
What can I say? When I heard that story, and looked at that child deep in meditation upon
her small blue tile, I was like: OK, that does it.
And I excused myself from the shop to go take care of this intolerable state of affairs once
and for all.
Eat, Pray, Love