Resuscitating the metaphor since 1990.
It was a smear of red and white graffiti on prostrate walls lying inert in empty bars, The echoes of loneliness bounced of its vibrant…
The sun rose above the tops of the buildings, slowly.
They told me to respect my elders. So, I did so. They told me that life was grand and that opportunity was as abundant as ocean water.
So there I was, mercurial and free in a land of bright minds, shiny shoes, and lofty ideas of how to conquer the world in 4 hours.
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