An Eclectic Gastronomy of Sound
The late afternoon sunlight slanted through the dirty windowpane into the dim cafe. Specks of dust, like slow drugged gnats, drifted lazily in the illumined air. Your coffee, which had grown cold, cast a shadow across the scratched oak tabletop, across the fork, the knife, the crumbs of your last donut. You were gone, and the shadow of your coffee darkened the days, the weeks, the months that had passed since the sacred jewel had fallen into my possession. The shadow of your coffee stretched over mountains, oceans, cities…and over a trail of a thousand donuts leading backwards, ever backwards. One step ahead of Dr. Fiendish and his henchmen. A donkey brayed in the dirt street outside, kicking up yet more dust in this ancient, seaside town. From across the tiled rooftops, a seagull coughed. I ordered another espresso….
[Excerpt from the ongoing adventure, begun in Quest for the Eye of the Orangutan]
The Shadow of Your Coffee: A new mix at Mixcloud.