23 Aug 2022

You glimpse the city in the light between the train lines but can’t tell if it’s a reflection or if there really is a world down there, waiting for you to sink in. You could probably swim to it if you had more conviction. It might even swim to you if you were more convincing, but it’s old and you’re weak and you’re both crumbling.

A stack of skulls form a diagonal pattern amidst other bones in the Paris catacombs.

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