Darkness is gathering around me. Were I new here, I wouldn’t have been able to walk even a step. After thirty minutes or so, I return. A barking dog roams in wet skin. Now and then, something lights up, but not for long. Cold is becoming hot and I cannot do anything about it, about anything. No song has got a voice. It’s just me searching for a new addiction. A man climbs the road and where will he stop? Where will he stop if he ever decides to.
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