He had only one thought in mind moving in. This flat, in a glass covered skyscraper, reaching for the sky like a needle through embroidery, where the pristine exterior was mimicked inside, luxury cubicles stacked on top of each other, like a house of cards. It was like floating. This was his goal, to come as close as possible to heavens, to know what angels see, know what God rules and to put himself on his level. But when darkness fell, when night descended in dark velvet drapes, all that was left was his own reflection, in vast black windows.
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October 2015
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