There I stand in the chamber of my mind. The halls form a great palace.
The room I stand in is wide end to end but where it begins and stops is not known.
Columns line this great hall, as big as trees.
I shout but no one can hear me.
“Hello?”
I beckon to anyone within earshot but it is of little use.
The far end of the hall is dark and poorly lit.
Dare I go any further?
I find one foot going in front of the other as I head right towards the opposite end into the unknown.
When I get to the end, I stand facing a king.
He sits atop his throne, with his head hung low. A staff in one hand and a chalice in the other.
On either side of him stand torches. These torches burn with a fire so bright that they manage to light up this part of the room.
I look atop the king’s head. He wears a crown. There are many jewels embroidered on this crown.
I wonder if I should address him as “your majesty” but I don’t know what kind of king this is.
What if it’s a disgraced king? Though royalty nonetheless.
He doesn’t seem to be privy to my presence as he just remains sitting there. Holding his effects in his hands.
I just stand there. Staring. Waiting for the king to notice me.
King, wake up.
Artistic Apathy 