There's this building across from me, a mini tower of average means. It's bored and staid, much like bad cheese in the fridge after a few days after its relative expiry. 

And as the euro passersbys head to their airbnb, it remains neglected even from a glance. A lone structure, drab and poorly designed on its facade. 

A quiet street propels it into its own nothing. Inside a million tales, loss, love, death and betrayal. A modern version of a Greek mythology, wrapped in a few concrete walls. 

don't ever enter them. Because more likely you'll not evade the trap, and you will, in time, be a product of no imagination.


Justin Batchelor