I keep dreaming I'm on the 6th floor of a hotel.
All the doors are locked, there is one room made of concrete with the rusted old remains of a bike in the middle, and a window high on the wall, with nothing but purgatory white visible. Once I took the elevator, and ended up on the exact same floor.
All the doors are locked, there is one room made of concrete with the rusted old remains of a bike in the middle, and a window high on the wall, with nothing but purgatory white visible. Once I took the elevator, and ended up on the exact same floor.