Dr. Stephan Pflaum

The Glass Had Opinions About Its Contents The Glass had been holding Sekt for three hours when it finally admitted the truth: champagne was a stupid drink. Not bad, not unpleasant—stupid. Lacking the intelligence of water, the honesty of coffee, the philosophical depth of red wine that understood its own darkness. “What makes a drink … Read more

The Person woke on Tuesday and couldn’t remember which pieces were essential. Every memory, every habit, every opinion had separated into small colored fragments—turquoise certainties, pink hesitations, coral enthusiasms, purple regrets—all drifting through the space where a coherent self used to be. “Can you describe yourself?” asked the Identity Specialist who’d been called to assess … Read more

Poem: Revolution by Rotation The Sun King woke and decided to spin— not rule, not reign, just rotate until his body became opinion instead of flesh. Each pirouette released a different color: red authority, green doubt, yellow decree, magenta uncertainty about the divine right of anything. By noon he was geometry, not monarch. By evening … Read more

Poem: Vows in Magenta The Nun took her vows in black and white, but her prayers came out in magenta diagonals. Every genuflection released lime green curves. Each rosary bead turned cyan, then yellow, then doubt. The colors claimed they were her true calling— not silence, not stillness, but chromatic confession. “You were never meant … Read more

Poem: Emergence Protocol The moth woke in seventeen directions at once, each wing a different opinion about flight. Magenta insisted on rising, orange on diving, lime green suggested diagonal as a compromise. The black lines—her sketch, her memory of being drawn— scratched through every certainty, reminding her she was once just an idea that forgot … Read more

Poem: The Empty Convention The bottles gathered for their annual meeting, each one claiming to have once held something important. Purple swore it contained wine that turned to philosophy. Magenta insisted on perfume that became memory. Blue remembered water that forgot to stay liquid. But the tallest bottle—turquoise and certain— admitted it had never held … Read more

The Moment tried to happen just once, but every color had a different version. Yellow insisted it occurred at noon. Blue swore it was evening. Red claimed the Moment was urgent, while green said it had already passed. The shapes couldn’t agree on direction— triangles pointing every possible way, rectangles arguing about horizontal, curves suggesting … Read more

It’s DaDa. Please do not search for sense cause it’s senseless. The Resolutions arrived in a box on January 1st, but no one had included instructions. They were rectangular, brightly colored, and refused to acknowledge each other’s edges. The lime green piece labeled “Exercise More” wouldn’t touch the magenta square that said “Rest Adequately.” The … Read more

The HR department of Heaven processed the paperwork on December 26th. The angels had completed their seasonal contracts and were being released back into unformed light. “Where do we go?” asked a pink swirl that had recently been an announcement. “Anywhere but up,” said the Dismissal Officer, a green diagonal who handled terminations. “You’ve been … Read more

The Woman had been sitting in the Color Chair for three weeks when she realized she could no longer remember standing. The chair was made of contradictions: turquoise armrests that argued with purple cushions, orange angles that disagreed with pink curves, lime green certainties wedged against magenta doubts. “This is unbearable,” she told the chair … Read more