the delicate art of noise pollution

In a hazy place in a hazy land lived a hazy character. It’s name was Whatfor or Why for short. It can’t be established whether the character was male or female due to its haziness so for convenience sake and to be on the safe side I shall refer to it as it. In the …

In a corner of the pub the man sat. The light didn’t quite reach that far into the pub so he was partly veiled in darkness. On the small round table in front of him stood a pint glass as yet untouched. He sat alone. No one paid any attention to him but me. Attracted …