The Good Life

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Walls Of Ears

I looked around.... but saw no one. Where was everybody? Where am I? I continued to walk. The streets were dead. I knocked on doors but they won't open. I shouted names but nobody answered. Then I reached a strange looking wall. There were hundreds of ears attached to it. Was it alive, I thought. I went to an ear and started to whisper something to it. It seemed to be moving! It had acknowledge my presence. And I started to talked to it.

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