it started out with Bradbury narrating an English Martian Chronicles, and rockets thawing the frost in a country graveyard, then dissolved into some nasty dystopian shit. This flatblock had become a rotting mental hospital: sidelong grins in the dark, a murderer in a chrysalis.

If you can do anything with that, damn. Otherwise I'm just glad you got your head out of there.

*hugs accepted and returned*