Reduced to epheremal vaport, haunting this town like a ghost, leaving 80 proof shadows behind the dumpsters of the delis. I'm bound to one side of the city by Richmond Road, like the river Styx, can't cross unless I'm dead. I've got support from a myriad of hosts, wash dishes to keep a box for my possessions. Electronic beeps keep my head knodding
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