Walking around Arlozerov,
On my way to the supermarket.
I started thinking i'll have to get used to Arlozerov, at night, becoming this "Perdition-something" thing. It's been a quite ongoing thing, and i don't think it's gonna go away. This street will always remind me of. Bad things. Good things. I miss the good things. A lot. Maybe i miss the bad things as well, that's just me.
But on my way there came up some really mind-boggling thought that wasn't really related to anything of that.
It wouldn't leave me alone for my whole walk back.
