

The StreetsShe is a transformed beast at night. Her crooked streets, now rivers of gleaming darkness, the splash-lights of uneven- coloured traffic lights, greening neon. Now alleys, now the subterraneanThe Streets
life of creatures, scurrying, glinting in vague white moonlight. The clouds are not forgiving. Trees grow sideways and tarantula limbs press against your bare thigh. Wet roads sick with licking your feet. Vomit of sky. Freckling with the edge of red, the traffic light changes colour. From the roofs, slick with unknown moisture, the dripping tongues of moss caress the ba
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