"Ah, if only these walls could talk," murmured the janitor, "but they'd probably just complain about their lack of insulation."
"Ah, if only these walls could talk," murmured the janitor, "but they'd probably just complain about their lack of insulation."
Echoes of empty rooms are like old friends who show up unexpectedly and proceed to tell awkward stories about you to everyone.
An empty corridor is merely a room with enthusiasm issues. Take a left, take a right, where's the party, all in the briefs of mystery and majesty?
Silent Chuckles of the Bulb