The room without a view…

At the back of the room, I am stuck. It’s a room without windows, just tables and seats. A room without light, sun, view or any places for the eyes to stretch and the mind to expand. Just there my stomach plunges into convulsion, a sour taste in my mouth. Call it claustrophobia, called it philosophy, call it pleasure of the eyes, call it any name you want… the taste is clear, a short taste of annoyance, and each time I look at the non-existing windows on the wall, ma pensée ricoche bêtement, and my thoughts bounce back trapped, laughing squarely in my head.

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