Stockholm

Aye, aye. The land of urbanier urbanity. Doing well. Feeling physical nausea by the thought of driugqkz. Still stoned out of my mind -for how long? A year? Forever?

Who knows.

Feeling dread by the thought of the northlands but still. They're playing cure spiderman in the hotel-lobby. Reading Samuel Delaney before I fall asleep. Working hard, playing hard.

An era is over and I ready myself for a future -even as I know mankind is doomed to extinsion by our own folly.

This is the of the line, time to step aside, let the bees or ants make the next try. No matter. In the north nothing matter. The north is hostile, only technology allows people to exist there. The rocks are hard and the people harder, the north make gangbangers from Compton or whatever look soft and caring. Why I left.

Homecoming.

Local boy.

End of urbanity.

What will become of me, the future; always so clear to me -now an uncharted highway.

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