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Jul. 27th, 2009 | 04:02 pm
There's something about the sanctity of the bathroom that's finally been breached by the creeping decay of this city. The stale smell of city water and the constant hum of the fan drowned out the rest of this place, offered isolation and privacy. That was until last week, when a power surge or electrical fault knocked the motor in the fan out, and melted the grate into a frowning mass of plastic. And then the small covering on the drain of the shower broke. I must have stepped on it too hard and it just cracked in half. Now I have a dark empty hole in the middle of my shower, yawning open with the madness of whatever lies below the streets of this living hell. Even past the running water, I can hear it.
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Jun. 18th, 2009 | 09:21 pm
It's been three days since I last slept. This city is still broken. Getting worse. It happens in bits and chunks that I just can't describe. Hallways too long. Sky the wrong tint of blue. It gets worse at night. That's when they come out. Sure, at a distance they look normal. Just people out after the sun is down. But it's when you get close that they get weird. They stare at you like you're not supposed to be there. You can't even avoid them, they just come out of nowhere. Like some great miasma of the evening, it's them and the freeloaders. Every night it gets worse. Every night there's more freeloaders. The weird people get weirder. Like there's missing muscles in their face, they wander around with only a half expression. I've taken to getting around through alleyways. Oddly enough, they don't show up in them. The only problem there is that more and more are fenced up every night. The cheese on my sub is Pepperjack. I asked for provolone. I think the foreign guy at the Subway is trying to tell me something.