“They ate in silence. The alchemist opened a bottle and poured a red liquid into the boy’s cup. It was the most delicious wine he had ever tasted. “Isn’t wine prohibited here?” the boy asked “It’s not what enters men’s mouths that’s evil,” said the alchemist. “It’s what comes out of their mouths that is.”
omnipresent yet nowhere to be found, apart from dangling on the tip of your tongue.
the room was dim, lit only by the blinding light of the projector screen. blue, the whole room was—not metaphorically—the dark blue blinds were drawn tightly shut. only fading traces of sunlight formed upon them. ocassionally, i could hear them sighing, the clicks of pen, and a long yawn. none of the lecturer’s words seemed…… Continue reading the blue room