Good afternoon.
I get a peculiar rush of deja vu—
May I ask who you are?
Art student of course.
Doing a unit on me?
Time for research?
You must be one of the more dedicated students in your course.
Finding me in actuality, not resorting to wikipedia?
Excuse my rudeness.
You've come here for the art, of course.
For the portraits, my life's work.
Well, walk down this corridor with me, and we'll rediscover it together.
YOU ARE READING
Corridor of Portraits
PoetryA corridor, its walls covered with portraits, stretches ahead of you. Some areas are lit up artistically, others frighteningly dark. Indecision grips you for a moment, but you must go on. You came here for answers, and you will get them. (A/N: Curr...
