~solverv@TTBP

i've got this repository of slanted worlds i never finished, never lived in, like a house either after a nuclear blast, with no carbon shadow, or something more tame-attics and tapestries with no trace of dust kept clean and tidy by the absence of any intrusion, interest, introspection these forlorn cities that have a name and a place on the map but no one goes there anymore it's almost like they're radioactive or contagious, or the crumbling architecture is hazardous. for dust is the remainder, the mark, the ambience of life and shedding memories and molting growth these forgotten cities forbidden cities skyline sharp against my skin, prickling all those who embrace me my prohibitions and inhibitions have turned this into a ghost town built for ghosts, perhaps, but even they do not come