out blindly at the surface
Hung facades, artificial lights that illuminate the surface of buildings, and under our feet, nothing but darkness - no shadow our bodies looked over the city, but the shadow of the town itself spread over the whole street. When advance is blind the eyes wide open facades aligned, and to march there, almost with hands outstretched in front of you, you think of missing an allegory of the world: the way we travels, we do not do differently on tightrope and truncated, and vacuum under the shadow of which seem not: yet. Yet those lights in the back who want here indicate a direction (three-star room, maybe more), here, we could hardly tell where they lead.
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