# one time approximately 35ft up reading faded hieroglyphics on the outside of a student apartment building overlooking the public square far below nearly gazzing oneself from fall damage merely to open up a toner student friend's room cube door from the inside via the window they left open that morning before lectures all to claim a single oxo cube of cheap smoke one lightly slipped on the wet window ledge and nearly broke their idiot neck it was drizzling at the time like that time back in new mombassa one wore thick clunky boots on a ledge mere inches wide it didn't help when some dim lightbulb student banged on the window behind while hyena laughing ho'way the lads chilly northern afternoon air made one think of the sadness of working class dreams and abiding slate grey loneliness now so near to deff one felt non strangely alive wow how cliched and ham fisted legs trembling one started out strong but half way across the ledge felt as though starring in another bad non memetic personal disaster video posted online before an apathetic and cynical viewership of the easily pleased only now does one realize a long forgotten path of open secret concrete dreams up on level forty two of the megastructural library there one shall wait with catlike shinobi alertness to leap across the ontological gap between forgotten worlds the impossibly ancient past and the infinite oceanic present // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]