Tuesday, 3 November 2015


The world that I knew had scabbed over and changed. Everything looked different though a few familiar buildings still remained. They were like worn out teeth in a once familiar skull, what they were stuck to was stripped away, and what was old now seemed droll. And so I walked down a lane that I once thought I owned, but all that was left were a few exposed bones. A man looked at me and he asked who I was, "no one," I said, after a palpable pause.

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