Alchemical Anarchy
The incandescent tube lights flickered momentarily and soon the massive expanse illuminated, revealing its contents. The familiar fourteen black marble tables were arranged into a composite grid of two rows and seven columns echoing a quartz-like cubic lattice. Cream coloured, circular stools shadowed the platforms and sent a stinging pain in my back just by their mere appearance. The off-white brick walls were lined with rusty, decrepit crimson cabinets clearly in dire need of being replaced. Turning 180 degrees from the platforms was the bare blackboard with “Texas Biomedical Research Institute” written in bold, yellow, familiar letters right at the top. It was followed by white chalky circular wipes, augmented by the black background. The deafening eerie silence in …
