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Centuries aren't very long after the third one. Sometimes I go hang out with the streetlamps; they change slow, like the trees. They live at this pace. They awake with dusk and go to sleep at the sunrise. It's not exceptional; being nocturnal is something you just do when you have to. I remember when they built that street. The workers were a rowdy bunch. One of them went to prison for something, but in those days it was probably not what you'd think. They already knocked down the houses over Bradshawgate several times, but the mill's been there all along. Longer than me, anyhow.
I never used to hang around this way. Before here it was Risley, before that it was Alvaston, Penketh, Beeley, Elford... but the names are just places in people's heads. Sometimes they correspond to shapes of rock, but without the people the names mean nothing. In that way, all places are timeless. But pave over it, and if its forgotten then it may aswell have never been there. I forget things, but thats only because I have too much to remember. Time seems faster now than it used to be, but heaven knows why. Centuries aren't very long after the third one.
I never used to hang around this way. Before here it was Risley, before that it was Alvaston, Penketh, Beeley, Elford... but the names are just places in people's heads. Sometimes they correspond to shapes of rock, but without the people the names mean nothing. In that way, all places are timeless. But pave over it, and if its forgotten then it may aswell have never been there. I forget things, but thats only because I have too much to remember. Time seems faster now than it used to be, but heaven knows why. Centuries aren't very long after the third one.