Room 229

Quick! Everybody in room 229!

Room 228

Fragments exist, that describe
room 228’s conspicuous content.

Room 227

Room 227 is reflected in a speck of sand.

Room 226

In white-plastered room 226, a roof manhole brings to a passage,
a narrow tunnel, running long inside an unseen flying buttress,
that ends up straight in the middle of the floor of room 678.

Room 225

In room two-two-five bgmole
sits at his desk, his back aching,
terabytes of data flowing,
waiting with diminutive hope
for an ultimate ontophany.

Room 224

The room had no real pavement and a low ceiling,
but she liked how it had four big windows in a row,
plus a fifth in the front wall, and the way light and wind
played together on the white curtains, in the summer.

Room 223

Carzamumm’t of Magnlognoortzatlys stepped into the Temple of Glofmtradoplisti. It looked like there were no obstacles but darkness: Easy is the path going down to Agoglo, and always open you’ll find the door of Plafraione…, he thought; he touched the glunes on the Guisarme of Fandodadadididandi’s pole and a milky light wafted from its blade into the conspicuosly vast entrance, where statues of menacing baalsotwibarni, cast in some hyaline material where the souls of corals, still screaming, could be seen, loomed over him…