Conversation

you arrive at my house. the living room is painted completely white and lit by a diffuse glow thru half-closed blinds. you don't remember seeing a window on that side of the house when arriving. the only items of furniture are a small square table, a woven mat, and a wooden cross hanging on the wall. i offer you a plate of orange powder. 'it's cheeto dust. feel free to lick it from your fingers'. behind me in the similarly spare kitchen you see on the counter a huge bottle labelled 'BUG POWDER'