take away the name & i know
i do not know this city
why do i aspire in vain
even to dream of another city
i walked the cobblestones, i spoke
with what i thought were denizens of the city
different pathways, tasks, circles:
we hardly live in the same city
as Graywyvern weaves through traffic
he imagines the future ruins of his city
"It ought to be every writer’s ambition to write a book considered subversive enough to be banned."
House of the Rising Sun.
Righteous Prog thread.