#urban crypt

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and that was a gloomy day, and I was out in the fog

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Who was?

Yesterday evening...  06:00 post meridiem. Probably 07:00. And it was cold outside. Went home, came nowhere. Got lost. And it was like some dark and desert alley... or, maybe, a construction ground. And I wore my hooded coat. With the teeth. I mean, my coat, it fastens with teeth. Or with horns, with black tips of sawn-off horns, but... whatever. It was cold outside.  Along the construction there were concrete blocks, stretched with some kind of wires, and then I saw the inscription on the block right in front of me. Whether made with a stylus, or, maybe, with a piece of charcoal, there they were, letters on the gray concrete surface: 

I AM UP HERE, ON THE LEFT.  And I looked in that direction, like it actually could be someone up there... but I could see none. There was nothing. Never ever could be anything. Just the road, wet pavement shining. Yet there was a tree, naked, without leaves – maybe already a dead one, wrapped with steel wires. And above that dead tree it was only the sky, white and dull, and the wind trembled those black tangles of bone-dry branches.