there is a lull in proceedings, one thing done, another pending. have you seen the cabinets, filled with airy fairy, found idiosyncrasies. ˌɪdɪə(ʊ)ˈsɪŋkrəsi
the boxes scattered as if that mattered, the staged production of red, deserted, the white room, read, that it is also red.
there is a lull, in disorder, chaos borders on insanity.