Surely as described, one end of the room has a tattered curtain with a spare, straw-stuffed mattress leaning up against the wall and a threadbare blanket folded atop a simple, wooden chair. It’s tidy, if not clean. There are eight more mattresses arranged in two rows on the floor of the room. Three other men show up over the next… Read more →
As I watch townsfolk and traveling merchants gossip and haggle and scurry about, the feeling I used to come to these places for is noticeably absent. I would enjoy seeing their trite existences and letting it hone the blade of my mind. I let it bring the truth of reality into harsher and crisper relief. Today, disappointingly, I feel only… Read more →