It’s a wonder that none of them can hear me screaming: Help me, help me, let me out, let me out-out-out-out! Perhaps it’s because the scream is only...
My body is nothing but dust these days, Dragged in from the outside, From the ragged side-streets, the forgotten lanes, It’s what happens to stardust...
You have to pay to get in now. Five dollars. I’m not sure if I mind or not. I try to imagine what the cashier would say if I told her why I was here...