Waiting at postal office and this is an amphitheater.
I think I can smell something from this window.
Looks like whatever was outside this night never managed to come inside.
Good.
There are no stars in the endless sky above our heads.
They were eaten long ago.
It's safe now. I'm better.
I'm almost happy.
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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