Random bit II
It could be any street. After a while they all melt into one. This street needs no name, you all know it. Tonight, I walk down it alone drifting slightly closer, edging away, flowing like jetsam. My steps fall haphazardly, bereft of any intent, any goal, only the physical force of each step is real. Lights, street lights, neon lights, head lights, the glare attacks leaving the darkness only one refuge, my eyes. Darkness is banned, along with mistakes today. Taboo.
Old bit. It was this or a recipe for Nan.
Old bit. It was this or a recipe for Nan.
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