I like this place whose travel guide can hardly be said to contain city heavy word it carries assumptions of something swollen as a pustule or characterized by harsh unnatural heat is it too many busy bodies or too much metal or probably a lot of each word looking like something burdened by gray not as heather or clouds you smell on a stormy day but as smog spoiling infants guiltless within the womb our vulnerability is almost as unbearable as our self defection hunting turned to hurting robbing raping everything to raw extinction end of living end of believing in belonging or ever even wanting to overusing wasting hasting on and on and on towards conditioned desires no this place is a home to be had existing outside of the pile it does not manage to isolate me while awkwardly smothering me in a sea of prattle it lets me be alone and learn to breath.
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