I've always hated the city.

Especially on nights like this, when the air is close and clammy. Concrete jungles, they say, holds more humidity than the boreal ones. I don't believe that though. My motto in life is "believe half of what you see and none of what you hear".

Odd, because I never would have thought to have wound up in the predicament I did, and given the circumstances, perhaps I should have left better off alone. Still, it wouldn't be me if I didn't give some sort of consideration to another. Makes me think if anything is worth the bother anymore. I remember once, being asked about my dreams. I was asked whether I am seen in the light or in the shadows. I never quite knew what she was talking about until now.

Its a long way down from here, I think. I take another look and I cannot see a thing. The glow from the lights only extend so far, and I am reminded of Nietzsche  .."Whoever battles with monsters had better see that it does not turn him into a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. "

Maybe its not so far after all.

How long have I been away?

((Artwork to come))