Everything was the same as the day before, only with less air to breathe. Way too much of nothing, except dust and boxes. Stacked boredom, abandoned things, abandoned boredom, piled up things. Everything was the same as the day before, with much less air to breathe. Way too much of nothing, except dust and boxes. And what is it all for? Always promising to pay tomorrow and die today. Fear is a house without windows facing the street. A house without windows is fear. On the street in front of the house is fear. A house with no windows facing the street, a house without windows, without a street is fear.

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