An Orgy of the Senses

Comedy of manners at a smoky bar with a polite oblivion discussing the weather. Two philosophers at the next table listen on shaking their heads. Now the oblivion is boisterous, orders drinks for everyone. The whiskey is brought out in a great carafe. When it comes to the philosophers, only a few drops remain. They fain temperance, the oblivion pats them on the back, and they all have a knowing laugh. Later they go around sniffing the glasses of the ones who are by now nude at the oblivion’s private manner being fanned by Greek statues and made love to by fallen angels.