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City/Drawings
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The City. Sure it was a hellhole; a steaming cesspool of human excrement; a raging river of light and noise; a place where one misstep would send you into the path of a hurtling mass of metal or, worse, a hurtling mass of madness, packaged to look like human but not quite able to deal with the sounds, the smells, the horrible visions it faced on a daily basis, until its mind became a siren, driving it on through the fleshy traffic jam with an inhuman wail that caused real humans to part in front of it like some demented, minimalist fire engine…
But, hey, you can get Chinese at 3 a.m. Cheers.
