A crowd of a hundred lost minds fills the narrow, moonlit city street with sounds and smells and movement and life.
Standing amongst the ladies dressed in attire unfit for usual routine,
the men sporting half unbuttoned shirts,
the bums asleep in doorways,
the whores waiting,
the stale beer being swept into an alleyway...
I am found in this sea and I will most certainly cave and comply and act on false instinct of right.
Tonight, though only tonight, I will turn to the
beckoning grain and seek out cotentment elsewhere.
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