The old and overgrown industrial estate on the edge of town is where I go. I commune with them amid the rust and ivy of silent machines, freeze-framed in production. The leaking roof has formed an oil-slicked puddle into…
@spleen-erebus: Thanks, Spleen.
Last line is is inspirational...dump the conformity and fear
"Ancient tongues they chattered, but somehow I understood" i…
think this is my favourite one! nice work!