Entered the city in a malodorous metal tube with wheels that sashayed through satellite towns, no mans lands and the edges of nowhere. People hiding hangovers with epic shades clutch coffees as if they really need the hit, swerving tourists in the endless search for an end to the ache of ethanol. Pensioners lackadaisical, teenagers obnoxious, workforce on their knees and then me with my head in the clouds in a city of dreams.
( J )
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