Dark tunnels run under the city, a labyrinth of hiding places for what doesn’t wish to be seen or found; the city below without light or charity. Ghost rivers run wild and the taint of long dead monsters can still be scented. Some say it was a deranged architect that cursed the city with the under city, under even the trains and the sewers, one-step above hell.
Michella stood at the door, “Here be Monsters”.
Go back; her life would continue to be a misery of degradation and abuse. Forward, life would be hers to determine, he wouldn’t find her.

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Recently I have been giving a great deal of thought to the idea of how we move through the world. Not our physical movement, though this is important but rather our emotional, intellectual and philosophical movement through life.
Where is the cutoff?
Dignity


It has been a very long time since I have been to a political event. This is not because I am disinterested in politics, as anyone who reads me knows. The truth is since my shooting I have an abiding fear of crowds. It is difficult for me to quell my fear, to stop my heart beating outside of my chest. Nevertheless, I did it. In fact, I did it twice in one day and I am glad I did.




