#0103. The City is a palace of debauchery. It lies in the midst of nothingness. The prisoner wanders here for days on end. The lights and the sounds and the crowded throng of gross personage counter-intuitively negates his panic. Here, his brain finally clears of its nattering and pestering obfuscations. The veil lifts and he sees everything as it is. The filter undone. This choking remnant of civilization. There are no pretenses here in the den. The serpents are unmasked. The Angels are absent.
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