The bleached walls, reflect nothing. Nothingness is everything.
The void, an abyss, limbo or a corridor. You choose.
A small figure perched behind a basic desk.
‘Are you on time?’
‘Join the line’
Stooped figures become prominent. Previously unseen, breaching the haze of nothingness.
Crooked shapes uninterested in anything other than the swipe of a thumb.
Nausea strikes amid the sea of nothingness.
The bleached walls penetrate a plethora of senses.
Is this hell?