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This Way to the Egress

Music by Evening Lament · Poem by Fetler, Andrew · Art by Clara Finch

The Poem

This Way to the Egress by Fetler, Andrew

"There are no children in this village, sir," Mrs. Tilton said, and poured his cup. The coffee smelled of iodine. He looked up at lilacs through the window, just a blur. He'd heard the voice again beneath his room— a child that talked to no one in the lane. He searched but found it empty. Half-insane, he wandered to the kitchen's antique gloom: Brass pots. Flagstones. Hand pump at the sink. And there, behind a cluster of radish leaves, a telegram—the kind no man believes until he reads. He felt his spirit shrink: RECOAT IF VOICES PERSIST TO THIRD MORNING PROCEED EUTHANASIA COFFEE FORMULA TWO ADVISE OFFICE OF CHIEF PSYCH WMA— He set it back. Outside, his jailer stood, picking peas. He watched the rocket's arc scratch white across the sky before the dark. She came inside. He said he understood. "I'd rather not go out," he told her then. "I'd like to try shelling peas, if that's alright." She smiled. He sat. His hands trembled, contrite. He split a pod. Nine peas. He'd count to ten. He chewed one, tasting sweetness on his tongue. "Thank you, Mrs. Tilton." "Not at all." And so he died—not angry, not appalled— shelling peas, as if he were still young.

About the Poem

Andrew Fetler’s narrative work “This Way to the Egress” drops the reader into a quiet, menacing village where a man sits in a kitchen, drinking coffee that smells of iodine while Mrs. Tilton serves him. The mood is one of creeping dread and resignation, as the man has been hearing a child’s voice that leads nowhere, and his search reveals a hidden telegram ordering a lethal procedure if the voices persist. The stakes are life and death, yet the poem resists melodrama. Instead, it follows the man as he chooses to stay inside, shell peas with his captor, and die peacefully, counting peas on his tongue. The scene balances the surreal horror of institutional control with the quiet dignity of a final, simple act. Fetler uses domestic details—lilacs, radish leaves, a hand pump—to ground the terror in ordinary life, making the ending both chilling and strangely tender.

About the Music

Pasture at Dusk by Evening Lament

Evening Lament’s Pasture at Dusk is a pastoral ambient piano instrumental that evokes the quiet acceptance of an ending. At a slow 60 BPM, the piece unfolds with minimalist, gentle piano lines floating over soft ambient pads, creating a haunting yet peaceful atmosphere. The mood is one of gentle melancholy, reminiscent of the serene, contemplative works of composers like Harold Budd or the ambient textures of Brian Eno’s Music for Films. This piece suggests not sorrow, but a serene stillness at the close of a long day, capturing the essence of end-of-life tranquility. The sparse notes and spacious arrangement allow for deep reflection, making Pasture at Dusk an ideal soundtrack for moments of calm introspection or meditative solitude, where the fading light brings a sense of solemn beauty and final peace.

About the Art

This Way to the Egress by Clara Finch

Clara Finch’s “This Way to the Egress” is a muted realism painting in the style of Andrew Wyeth, capturing an elderly man with trembling hands seated at a worn wooden table, shelling peas in an English country kitchen. His face is peaceful yet haunted, surrounded by brass pots, flagstones, and an antique hand pump. A woman in simple dress stands nearby, while lilacs bloom outside a small, slightly blurred window. Through that window, a white rocket trail scratches across a darkening sky, introducing a quiet tension. The composition balances intimate domestic detail with a distant, melancholic horizon. Color is restrained to muted browns, ochres, grays, and subtle greens, with fading golden light that deepens the mood of serene acceptance and end-of-life reflection. The technique is extremely detailed, emphasizing texture and atmosphere.

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