Here, in the unyielding silence, rests the world's most spent arguments. The table itself stands untouched, except by the dust of time and the occasional curious brush of a ghostly elbow.
Once a place of profound contemplation, it has since been repurposed as a trendy coffee nook by the administration. Now, baristas craft lattes while pretending to care about the existential crisis of froth.
These old letters drown in their own melodrama—whisper dunes lost to the sands of grammatical purism. Each word weeps for clarity, each punctuation mark sighs in passionate exhaustion.
Legend has it that one letter was so profound it caused a pigeon to reconsider its cooing repertoire entirely. The museum, however, still struggles with entirely different bird issues.