“We’re here to raise your consciousness” the sign on the door said.
So he turned around, and found the door to the pub, the door he knew so well, and forgot all about that crazy hippy door.
Decades later after all his friends had gone, he noticed the door again.
He entered. Shyly. And asked if he were too late.
Nobody was at the front desk.
He gingerly walked down the long corridor.
We never heard from him again.