Friday, September 17, 2010

The walls live in stillness

Ever been in an old house, or an old hotel? One of those places that has a smell but you can't say of what. Not musty, or bad, just... there. And the carpets are so worn you could follow the tracks with your eyes closed. Then there are the walls...
the walls...
the old wall paper faded in places. Endless repetition of faces. Is one of them looking back at you? No, it can't be. Best to move on. Move on.

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