The yellow mist

Downstairs there is a room, a mystery room. Things happen down there. These things thoroughly oppose my urge to interpret what it means.

The walls of the room are dark green. The ceiling is low resting on four pillars. The floor is made out of wood and coloured “mahogany reddish-brown”. Half the floor is one step up. On this level, near to the edge, there is a wooden bowl. I am unable to see part of the side of that bowl. My head blanks out part of the image. That part becomes white.

A yellow mist approaches. It condenses and leaves water in the bowl. At this moment, the white part of the image disappears. Now, I see a crack in the side. Water emerges through this crack and moisten the floor outside. Everything is okay.

Göran Stille