grebmot

A wiry man missing his front teeth is standing in a poorly lit basement with a low ceiling.

There's a factory on the other side of the street. On top of that factory there's a piece of barrier tape fluttering in the morning sun. Every now and then a worker appears and vanishes again without leaving

There's a strange building beyond city lights Like the fading shadow of an unpleasant memory Pieces of broken glass, blood, and a gust of wind Slide through time and space, but remain motionless Reach