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II.
Nerves. I've been rattled again.
"It is the middle of the day!"
I've found myself again and I must now find my shoes. The room I occupy is barren and wards me to the streets every day that I wake up in it.
The house I occupy is not mine and puts me in a hurry.
I wasn't one for the day before my lodging in Ovrebo but the land itself draws me to it.
The pull of sun on endless fields is a droning invisible gravity and the push of land lords and concrete floors is a smog of decadence and decency and I'm a walking pile of nerves.
I've found my shoes and I open my door.
Nerves. I've been rattled again.
"It is the middle of the day!"
I've found myself again and I must now find my shoes. The room I occupy is barren and wards me to the streets every day that I wake up in it.
The house I occupy is not mine and puts me in a hurry.
I wasn't one for the day before my lodging in Ovrebo but the land itself draws me to it.
The pull of sun on endless fields is a droning invisible gravity and the push of land lords and concrete floors is a smog of decadence and decency and I'm a walking pile of nerves.
I've found my shoes and I open my door.