Las Aventuras en el Abismo Estrecho

Adventures on the Narrow Straights:
an analysis of the stretched abyss



Just flew back into the city from Germany last night. On a Friday, nearing midnight. Greeted by the smile of an overweight rosey cheeked gentleman seated across from me in the train, and then a couple of girls getting sick next to me on the tube; the pavement was still damp from the persistent drizzle so particular. Golden light radiating from the lamp posts obliviously articulates the grooves of the city's blue grey consistency. The skid-proof bumps at crosspoints made my suitcase jiggle as I hurried home, past the groups of smoking teenagers and Guiness-holding elders. Welcome home.

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