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At Parramatta Library yesterday, I had the otherworldly experience of trying to use public loos which are lit with dim blue light. Apparently the blue lights make it difficult to identify a vein, obliging hapless junkies to vacate to the nearest alley, or damage themselves even further in the effort to inject. They also turn your lips blue, your blood green, and make your freckles stand out a mile. There were no sharps disposals boxes, either, so if a drug user does manage to shoot up with the assistance of texta marks on the arm or just the persistence of the desperate, they have nowhere safe to leave the needle. Plus the dim lighting, which contravenes Australian lighting standards, makes it hard to see. I'd hate to be a little old lady with fading eyesight in that creepy Ultraviolet chamber.