Two posts connected by a straight line.
Back with you again, my familiar friend.
I missed you.
A world away, square blocks, where we originally met.
You ruled the land. Reigning over tagged alleys and the Reseda wash.
Here in paradise, you’re out of place. An abrasive old man in a quiet lounge, flaws on full display.
You’ll be gone soon. A cityscape’s T-Rex.