Days and nights are not completely solitary, here in the Waiting Room. We receive random visits from lost wanderers, stray cats, poets seeking their muse, painters who entered their paintings too deeply and now can’t find their way out, and once Jean-Paul Sartre appeared at the door saying he was suffering from Nausea and could he please have a cup of tea. We thought it might be timely to ask him for his thoughts on the Waiting Room. Jean-Paul finished his tea in silence and then stared intently at the tea leaves in his cup. Peeking over his glasses he muttered, “Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is,” and then he vanished, POOF, in a cloud of smoke that smelled like Gitane cigarettes.
But it’s the Tour Groups who are the most unpredictable and entertaining. They have a schedule but never keep it. They might appear at any hour of night or day in their painted and battered buses. The tourists are mostly a jolly and innocuous lot, always joking, laughing and nudging and always hungry and insatiably thirsty. We feed them, slake their thirst and join in their singing and good-natured banter. However, there are always those who abuse hospitality and pollute the friendly air with snide remarks. Their devious and underhanded presence oozes through the room like a plague ship. We make the sign against the evil eye and walk on.
The Tour Groups enjoy souvenirs and we distribute postcards of the Waiting Room to all. They write on the cards and leave them for us to mail. Communications from here are guaranteed, door to door, always.
Writing and mixed media collage postcard by clinock.
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