Kitaab

Story from 130810

writing story 1970-01-01 00:00

%date 130810 00:00

And as I stepped out from my daily boughts with insanity, the labryinth of a city engulfed me, swallowed me whole, replaced at my core what was, is rightfully mine. The slow pitter patter that echoed across the sidewalk, as the representation of other lost shoes, walking about the same maze, looking for a quick exit, or shortcut. But there were none.