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Literature

A Day In Paradise

On this day, the wind blew at a pace slightly harder than normal, and the leaves carried a bit higher than they normally would have. But no one would be able to see that, no one would be able to know that on their own accords. And even then, rarely did people watch the news unless something terrible had happened. Rarely did any such occurrence come, though, and so news was almost entirely useless. Deep in the clustered and jammed flats of the northern region sat a man in his apartment. His apartment was, by no means of the early 21st century, a good or hospitable place to live in—it was a tiny place of ten feet by ten feet, with walls up to eight, and the walls, roof and ceiling themselves were made of hard and cold concrete. The walls were stained from the bottom with a dried, dirty liquid that had entered in through the cracks in the foundation. Some liquid had also seeped in through the top, which had also dried and become part of the wall. The entire place was horrid, it was dull