Difficult to get a wild view in this maze of buildings, the border is a stripe of asphalt grooved by aimless machines ready to repel any attempt to escape.
The atavistic fear of giving up the little that remains, grasping it stronger while it's shrinking inexorably.
The intricate network of narrow streets remained closed to me
so i got up and i built a lighthouse.
The lighthouse was destroyed.
Probably it was pointed to the wrong direction.
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