Iron, wax, wool, cotton
A damp wood odour hangs, from the streaked, peeling walls. Paper clumsily flicks the air and falls, holding back. A dust strewn, sooty flooring sits in wait. Gathered round in haggard rest, the hearth of smoldered coal. Its embers from a place of in-between ; a vague and murky underneath, their span of raddled ash. Remains merge with coiling smoke. Both embalm the time-worn room.