In a city like Metropolis, it's easy to loose your confidence in origins
and exchanging it with something you're surrounded every day with.
Everytime I pass the main-alley thru to the centre to find out where these
ways go to, I found out that I usually imagined more than I actually find out.
Sure, the mainhall in the centre is impressive, but is it equal
to being beautiful too ?
A short story, written under the impression of
Klangkonstellation II: Metropolis, by Méô in 2007.
licensed under a creative-commons license:
nametelling, no alteration, non commercial usage
