Premature
He walked into the room. It was full of well-dressed people, people of power, people knowing they were important, other people pretending they were important, some people misunderstanding their role entirely and still a few not understanding what it was all about.
He walked into the room. He was well-dressed too, but not very important, but then he had no illusion that he was, but then he did not want to be, but then again he did think that was how it was supposed to be, but then what was it all about anyway?
He walked into the room. The room remained the same, the room did not change in any way, the room did nothing at all. The room, in fact, was not paying much attention. It went through this on a regular basis and had learnt what was required: nothing at all. Except just being a room.
He walked into the room. He felt the room taking a breath, and the room took the breath he felt it taking, and so it was it took a breath that he felt it took. The room did not shake or move, but he felt it. And feeling it taking a breath he felt like taking a breath too, so he took a breath and so it was that he did not have to take another breath until the next time he had to.
He walked into the room.
"Does anynone in here ejaculate prematurely?" he asked.
The room fell silent. Then all the people fell silent. If someone had had the fortune of having brought a blue permanent marker, one of those for cds, and had dropped it, then everyone would have heard that blue permanent marker dropping to the floor in slow motion, then hitting the floor with an exaggarated crash, like it meant something very significant.
No one had that fortune, so it didn't. The silence in the room was overwhelming, as much as absence of something can be overwhelming. Silence does not speak. The room scratched a couple of carpets while considering the matter, until after a while, finally, it had to, rather reluctantly, admit that no, it had never had that problem.
He walked out of the room. The important people looked at the less important people, and the misunderstoods looked at the not-understoods, snickered uncertainly before cracking a joke that was so unfunny that the carpets dropped from the walls in disgust.
He walked out of the room. The room closed the door after him.