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[where_trees_go]

at night, always dreams of cavernous houses and decadence. i am always wandering hallways, opening and closing doors. i am always finding places i never knew existed: a secret attic door leading to lavish apartments, closets that open to whole other houses, basements filled with endless bathrooms and winding hallways. i am always discovering something. i am always getting lost. i am always searching through all that decadence for someone real to tell me what's going on.

when it's not opulent and unending houses, it's golden, glittering, expensive shopping malls.

i wonder why i dream of such extravegance when really i lead a pretty modest life...