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[entelein]

The city is green in the spots where greenery has forced its way through the pavement, and inbetween the crooked street signs, running rampant over designated areas like parks and things. There is life breathing in every right-angled streetcorner, there is music in every acceleration of car and bus, the rattle roar of train on the elevated tracks. People are wearing their heads bare, and they are rumpled and new-looking in the morning light. Flaxen corn floss and darker waves, sharp new haircuts and necks exposed to the cooler air, jackets open at the collar.

Toast with butter, coffee, booting up the computer. All routine, all plain again and unremarkable.

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[atdt1991.livejournal.com]

I had an amazing reaction to this post. And the clue. It has been quite a long time since I fired up wordpad.

All of our heads are still floating about chi-town with ya. Any second now, my boss will notice the headless guy typing at his computer.