These often ignored nooks and crannies are our playground.
Grab a light and have a wander, you'll be surprised how little of your city you ever appreciated.
Many a lonely and inflective hour I spent in that isolation tank, only knowing the rising and settings of the sun by the creak of the metal as it heated and cooled. I would listen in vain against the clammy for sounds of the outside world, my only glimpse of humanity when the jailers came to feed me...
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Menoetes
#1 - 2009-09-17 00:01 - Reply