Monday, September 20, 2004
Some sort of city of angels
And I was travelling through traffic, stalled traffic, miles and miles of stalled traffic. It backed up from the rolling hill, travelled deep into the city and out of my sight. I was travelling between stalled cars, standing still, watching myself at a distance. Walking between stalled cars towards the deep of the city. I was walking towards the tower, the tower that I knew was there but I could not see. And it was so bright, unnaturally bright, everywhere it was far too bright, too bright and too clean, too clean and the buildings were too white, a strange and dirty white that could not be that white. He was beside me. We were walking together through stalled traffic and he was walking beside me and telling it to me, explaining it to me before we reached the tower. And I was thankful he was there, because I wouldn't have known what to do otherwise.
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