Prose

Doors

A plain, empty room, of white walls and floor. In it, a single ceiling light, paling the chamber, and a single door.

On the door, a sign. It reads simply: “Doors”.

I venture to open the door, and behind it, another chamber. Pale, like the first. In it, two doors. On each, a sign. Both read simply: “Doors”.

Behind the first door, another chamber; blank, too. In that chamber, two doors: on both, a sign: “Doors”. 

Behind the second door, also a white chamber. In it, also two doors. On both, also a sign. Also “Doors”.

And so on.

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