I walked through the city of my life, and I stopped in at the convenience store. A few moment’s search found me the drugs that I wanted, and I was off again. I flew like a kite above the urban landscape, and looked down at the parks that contained my happy memories, the devastated areas in need of urban renewal, and the prisons. The prisons… I didn’t like to remember what was stored there. Perhaps I couldn’t any more.<\/p>\n
\tThe drugs stole away with worry, and I pranced and danced on the thermals until they wore off. Then I stopped in at another convenience store and turned myself into a frog, and hopped down main street. No one moved here, no rush hour in my life. Instead, a lassitude overlay the city, broken only by my ribbiting.<\/p>\n
\tSoon my skin began to dry, and I jumped into the local swimming pool. That ended with a thump and a yelp. It was dry and full of old trash. As I wondered how to get out, the medicine wore off, and I was humanoid again. I decided to try being human again, and climbed out of the pool and wandered around.<\/p>\n
\tAn explosion turned my head, and a skyscraper fell across the road in front of me. Damn construction crews. The skyscraper had broken another two buildings. I guessed they’d have to come down soon.<\/p>\n
\tClambering through the ruined building, I found every chair filled with a manikin in suit and tie. I shrugged and walked on.<\/p>\n
\tAfter an hour I looked up from the ground. Here, the buildings were decayed, ruined facades of an older generation, their brown stones littering the street. I recognized a few, but couldn’t remember why, or what might have driven me here. I found a little boy on a corner and asked if he had something for me. The boy looked back, featureless and sightless, and shook his head. I patted the kid and wandered away.<\/p>\n
\tI needed more drugs, and I wandered in search for a convenience store. It took a while, but then I was a horse, galloping down concrete streets. The ground hurt my hooves, and I neighed in frustration. The whispered breath of hot air. Damaged buildings crumbled in the distance.<\/p>\n
\tI found a park and nibbled on the grass. A bum tried to ride me, but I bucked him into the dirt and galloped away. A mother screamed for her child as I thundered by, but she mattered not. My hooves left prints of burning fire, and I snorted black ash. I cantered for a wall, and then turned upwards, climbing the outside at speed. Soon I stood atop the derelict skyscraper.<\/p>\n
\tThe city of my life spread beneath me. Parks of brown and grey, buildings of the same shade, people faceless and crying. I was no longer a horse, and I lay down to sleep. Then the building under me was dynamited. It was a long way down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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