Your piece reminds me of the episode in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance where the teacher is approached by an earnest young man who wants to do some extra writing, but can't think what to write about. He is sent away with some advice, but keeps coming back in an increasingly desperate manner because he can't get inspired by advice like "write about what you know well". Eventually the advice is to go and look at a specific building, and "start with the top left brick". At last he gets inspired.
Your piece reminds me of the episode in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance where the teacher is approached by an earnest young man who wants to do some extra writing, but can't think what to write about. He is sent away with some advice, but keeps coming back in an increasingly desperate manner because he can't get inspired by advice like "write about what you know well". Eventually the advice is to go and look at a specific building, and "start with the top left brick". At last he gets inspired.
... oh it's got to be the death of S.
Is this a teacher and his students in an old classroom? Are these people having a debate in Greece?
Why do they all look so distressed except the guy in the center? Who is he anyway?
and what's that he's about drink?