Who am I kidding? No place can keep me from this. Can’t even keep you. And so I sit with myself just listening, listening to the creaking floor boards, the hammering water pipes, and masked in each breath, syncopated to every heartbeat, the shudders of time itself, there all along to accompany my fellow residents as they continue to yell, fight and of course scream. I’m surrounded. Inidgents, addicts, the deluded and mad, crawling with lice, riddled with disease, their hearts breaking with fear.
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