Sun
Jun
20
The Face of White Noise
On another occasion, a day in the summer that had passed before last, he had been invited to tea on the terrace of a cafe. It provided an opportunity to extinguish all his yearly politeness in one disgusting act. The perfume of those in whose company he sat had nauseated his reasoning, but the birds in the surrounding trees had whistled a prism into the air and the light had split within it, surrounding him in a godly radiance.
