gingham style, checkered, balanced, colorful, patterned in "paradoxical postal deliverance," a 42 year old postmaster stands at the edge of a well, its ancient stones worn smooth by time and water. the subject's face is fragmented into geometric shapes, a hallmark of cubism, as if reflected in the rippling surface of the well below. one half of his visage remains intact, while the other has been shattered into jagged lines and planes, echoing the byzantine architectural patterns etched into the surrounding stonework. the postmaster's worn postal uniform hangs limp from his shoulders, as if drained of purpose by the weight of paradoxical thoughts swirling in his mind. his eyes, a deep shade of indigo, seem to hold both wisdom and confusion, as he gazes out at the well's darkness. the air around him is heavy with the scent of old paper and forgotten letters. to one side, a byzantine inspired archway rises from the stonework, its intricate patterns and ornate carvings blending seamlessly with the cubist fragments that make up the postmaster's face. the overall effect is both jarring and harmonious, as if the very fabric of reality has been disrupted by the confluence of ancient and modern artistic styles. in the background, the sky above is a deep shade of cerulean, with wispy clouds drifting lazily across its expanse. the entire scene is bathed in a soft, diffused light that seems to emanate from within the well itself, casting long shadows across the surrounding stonework and imbuing the image with an otherworldly sense of quiet contemplation.