lying inside an unlaid sewer pipe.
lying inside an unlaid sewer pipe. the candle flickers against the
metallic interior. mud and cobwebs cake the walls and ceiling.
underneath me lie dirty clothes, a sleeping bag, then rocks and
leaves. i pushed most of the leaves to the middle of the pipe. it is
warm and cozy here. if i close my eyes i am in someones room sleeping
on the floor. the end of the pipe is like an open window. i could live
here. keep a few things in the other end of the pipe. a bit of food.
things i collect. write by candle light at night. you cant really
stand up. you sort of have to crawl. but its easy once you get the
hang of it. twenty minutes and i can already crawl from one end of the
pipe to the other. not much candle left.
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