BLUE

One exhibit had a small toy naked baby hanging in a see-through plastic bag hanging form a nail on a white-washed wall.
I was reminded of being at Stonehenge festival in the eighties just dropped a couple of blue microdots, the strongest acid I ever had, coming up like an express train, part of a group standing around occasionally looking at each other and smiling as the rush took hold when a man walked through the middle of us handing out slips of paper.
I took one, “READ THIS,’ it said.
‘Don’t read it,’ said the Goat.
...but I’d already started...
‘...the baby sat in the corner put the plastic bag over its head and slowly turned blue...’