0. Extracted from a vacuum.

 

As soon as I woke up I checked out if I was still in prison.

There was concrete, and I was between walls, but not inside a room.

The lights over my head are stars & lampadaires.

Barely visible stars & broken lampadaires.

I lifted the weight of my body as if it was someone else’s burden, my wallet is in my pocket.

What’s in my wallet?
Last time I opened it it was empty.


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