|Feb. 20th, 2004 02:31 pm Manuscript - "The Warehouse"|
I don’t know how I got there, when or why; lying in bed that last night, and waking up walking down an alley. Plenty of time, lost not just in the shadows of a moment, has escaped from me; I look back, see nothing, turn forward and time is splotchy with holes.
I was looking for something, walking down that alley, but lost it when conciousness was found:
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