She leaves my side and heads deeper intothe apartment singing if the spirit tries to hide its temple far away acopper for those they ask a diamond for those who stay.

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.

History doesnt start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game.

Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight

I cant help but ask Do you know where you areShe turns to me with a foreboding glare. Do you

There is a stillness between us a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangmans noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives there in thedarkness of the grave how it frightens me beyond all things.

Call me crazy but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Do we not each dream of dreams Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday since dreamsplay when time is askew Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The citys monuments go unseen its past unheard and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.