Everything is white, the ceiling is endless, and phones are dangling everywhere…

Once a year the door opens for people to enter the place. All in white. Cloaks and dresses. Flood of them wanting to know what could’ve happened if this or that, if peace or combat, if joyous or sad, if wise or mad. Either them or others, enemies or lovers…

All phones reside in Continue reading “The city of the untold” →