- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
I fled the city leaving the mayhem of broken patterns and false etiquette.
I descended deep on moving stairs into the womb of the labyrinth where, with a slow slide to stop, doors opened for me, I was suited.
Closeted in a carriage with the low hum of a contented straight line, ears lulled by the song of the stations. Spots on lines with the promise of return.Brick walls flash past painting me on their linear comfort.
In my head order prevails, a symmetry spiralling into a pivot of sameness. A symbol of contented anonymity.