I’ve always loved the washed out fluorescent light above a billiard table. It is so flat and artificial, yet familiar.
This always reminds me of my friends rec-room as a kid. The tacky fake stained glass Budweiser lamp over the pool table, and all the other lights off in the room.
In my memory it’s always summer with the pool table light. It’s kind of like every early memory of childhood football. It is always the Chiefs against the Packers and it is always snowing. It’s like a blanket memory that covers all experiences.