You know, with Ello still my own personal wasteland, I feel strangely liberated. It's like the social media version of walking naked around your house while everyone is out--you do it just because you can
So, since no one is reading, here's a tiny snippet of writing that may or may not become a book someday.
"I live in the tallest tower in the darkest part of the world's most broken city. That isn't as impressive as it used to be. Once, those towers brushed against the clouds. They were close enough to the gods to whisper quiet words in their ears. Perhaps the gods didn't like what they heard, for one day the greatest of the towers crumbled, one after the other, leaving nothing but rubble and stunted buildings in their wake.
My tower is nothing like those formerly grand edifices. It has a mere twelve stories, but these days that's enough for it to rise above those that surround it.
Each day, I walk up those twelve stories. It is the only way to reach the top. I could change houses, I know. I could find a smaller place on the ground level and easily make my way to my front door each day. There are plenty of such houses available. There are more empty houses than full, for that matter. But I do not.
I walk the twelve stories, every day. It is my penance, and it is far less than I deserve."