Isn't it odd that the relief of safety is also a form of subtle disappointment? A sense of ominous doom can make you feel so alive. I'll be having nightmares about that picture on the wall, and I'll plagiarize those nightmares if I ever write a novel. That saloon looks perfect in that it doesn't protect you from suffering, it aids you in becoming indifferent toward its imminence. It makes me look forward to laughing in the face of a manic cobra.