Why I thought crawling around in a sewer would be fun is beyond me.
It's all Albert Camus' fault, you know. His unusual and fascinating way of viewing our world helped to shape my own understanding. Now, I watch the eerie shapes of our world as they float by; enjoying and absorbing them. This place is an outlet, an opportunity to add my own neutrinos to infinity's gasp.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Urban Spelunking.
As I pushed it onto the street, the sewer grate felt like hoisting a locomotive. It was right then and there I decided never to go urban spelunking again. At least it didn't rain and flash-flood all over us, I thought.
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