# our morning bathroom overlooks a hyperballardian carpark a frosted square window steamy from the shower an undefined sense occurs a mild expectation of fear mixed with the anticipation of challenging social micro-adventures standing under the pressurized water of morning often feels as though exciting existential opportunities await for one's command but upon leaving the apartment it's merely cold and breezy again one is alone once more to face the unyielding greyness another flat anonymous day in endland's tepid twilight dreaming // republic of bob