A hut there once was, floating & looming midst the filigreed void.
Therein dwelt the robbers, though robbers not by deed. By a meagre illusion of something they never commenced but caught in mid-flight would they claim their wooden house and draw comfort from its phantom symmetry, for who it was that had robbed the forest of its own - they could not tell.
There it stood, floating & looming midst the filigreed void.
[after a while, a passage from J.Conrad, read by Oliwia, ensues]
