This internet abode.

This internet parlour is a palace. It is stationed at ground level, with tall clean windows framing the ordered chaos of outside; female construction workers hammering away at roofs, smiling, and stolid policemen strutting by in perfect linear formation. Former parlours I frequented were semi-underground, warm bunkers with stained walls, unidentifiable odours, the netherworldy feel of a hide-out for spys and delinquents and recluses. From this seat though, I can lift my gaze at the end of each sentence toward those precious glinting windows and feast on the myriad of oddly gorgeous visuals comprising UB city. What it is like is a dream slideshow. It is quite the view. It is my portal in this moment to the world I am in.

And oh, how I love it.