Literature
My 'Life in the City'
My life in the city is some sort of macabre dream. I dont live here 100% of the time rather, four days of the week, about half of the day is spent in these streets
so that leaves me living half my life in one world, and half in the other. You begin to wonder which is the dream and which is the reality. I guess home seems to be reality, since Ive lived in it all my life. My sister still wants to play, my mom is still wise, and my dad, well, hes still dad. All thats different is the intrusion of large objects into this world from over on the other side giant structures of cardboard,