Sep. 18th, 2002

Sometimes you can tell when something is going to go wrong. The images in front of you may look normal, but they won't feel that way. They feel like sour milk, bad breath, a lurch in your belly. I opened the door to the house and found books behind it. Rows and rows of book, their spines weathered with age. Hardback volumes everyone, books that were meant to stay. I pull a few volumes out, and see a room beyond them, feel a rush of stale air on my face. I shove the books back on impulse, and step over then into a small room.
disturbing, enter with care )

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