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city streets

The city was dead tonite, empty streets, dark in the rain, lights still shone, but dimly, like they were a world away, a shadow in the shadows, the city slept like a zombie, unholy movement, decay made animate, a smell of patience, of being dead a thousand years, waiting for this, moment in the mist, a calm subjacation, of a dream in a dream. The videogame of real-life driving called, and I went, further in, night rider of the barren wasteland, bright avenger, just passing through, never looking back, just holding on to the moment.

2002-01-02