The Walk Home. I step from the humid bus into th..

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The Walk Home. I step from the humid bus into the stagnant climate of late Summer. Spluttering as I inhale the thick, polluted air I follow the concrete trail. Hanging low from the sky, ink-stained cotton wool threatens to flood this pre-apocalyptic dystopia. For a moment I consider the possible effects of a second Great Flood, tripping over a decomposing cat I conclude that destruction could only improve this over-inhabited shit hole. As my gaze drifts to the heavens I notice the first few droplets of rain. Better get to work on that ark...