144/365 01/12/2026

There is a city what slipped outside history. The river of time, the slow meander floating all things from beginnings to end can’t touch it. The past of the place. The wonders and horrors stacked and hardened like sediment, the persistence of wars and bloodshed, famine and strife. The fires. The slaughters. All of it buried layer upon psychic layer that soon the city became immovable. The hard weight of the past too much an actor for time’s steady hand.