He sat in an ovoid room, in its wall wrought from walls into walls into walls unto walls, where one could hear nary a fall. In the dark where I left him to his thoughts of his thoughts he grew restless. He arose from the chair to switch on the light (Way too bright. What a light.), when he realized the switch was out of his sight. And as he rose he took a fall (Couldn’t find the wall! Heard nothing at all!), head felt sore (There’s no door!), when just then he saw a light (Much too bright). It drew his thoughts on his thoughts, newly plumed, and they flew into that blue in the bright light where wall hid from sight…
