(no subject)
Each day began like the other. Wake up, have breakfast, read-at one point he would have found it..well...boring. There was nothing particularly exciting about it and he came by excitement honestly. He'd (once upon a time) loved excitement.
And it had brought him here. To silence. To peace (Suppose it's only natural..) He chuckled at himself, folding his hands and staring out across the wide landscape to the Grid.
The grid. A city (his city if you wanted to be harsh) was operational, gleaming and distant. He didn't think he'd miss it as much as today-of all days- (Shouldn't one mark the anniversary of one's arrival?).
Or perhaps that's just why he did.
[oh so very open.]
And it had brought him here. To silence. To peace (Suppose it's only natural..) He chuckled at himself, folding his hands and staring out across the wide landscape to the Grid.
The grid. A city (his city if you wanted to be harsh) was operational, gleaming and distant. He didn't think he'd miss it as much as today-of all days- (Shouldn't one mark the anniversary of one's arrival?).
Or perhaps that's just why he did.
[oh so very open.]