Yet high over the city your line of yellow windows must now contribute their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was them too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
Story by daisydeds
Laplace's Demon's Redamancy
An abstract to humanity, something that seeps in between conciousness and time, for whom the universe makes s...