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The bell attached to the lintel makes a single, soulless ting as I push open the door and step in to the deathly silent shopfront. The single customer at the counter slowly turns his head to look at me, a strange look in his eyes. He raises a single chip to his mouth, and eats it in one bite before slowly turning back to the counter. As I walk up to the counter, I see the employees. One of them, a young woman, is standing at the counter. Her fixed, empty stare directed straight ahead, slightly to the right of the entrance. She does not seem to have responded to my entrance. Behind the counter, there is an oven with four chickens on a slowly

Perhaps, like I once did, you drift along, warm and content, in the pink sea of clouds. It was comforting, reassuring, to drift. Gently buffeted by a warm breeze, drifting aimlessly through a sea of sweet smelling, sweet tasting, cloud. How long I drifted, I cannot say, for time held no meaning there, only the comfort and the elegant simplicity of existence. Drifting, I brushed against something... Other. As my trailing fingers brushed against the solid, icy cold, crystalline Otherness, I felt a near crippling coldness descend upon me. Instinctively, I rammed my hand back, away from the terrible crystalline solidity. But, alas, the damage w

Solitude is not, perhaps, everyone's cup of tea (or coffee, if, like me, you are struck down by that particular affliction.) And too much of said is extremely detrimental to one's mental health. More and more, however, I find myself imagining a place. A perfect retreat to which I can, aha, retreat from the every-day woes and apathy, the twisted products and self-made prisons of my own ennui and disaffected boredom. The time is late afternoon, almost dusk, and I am walking along a short, yet smooth-sanded beach at high-tide, watching the waves wash lazily across the bijou beachette as a cool, yet gentle breeze wafts the exotic scents of far o