I march through the building, following the tangle of corridors which are so confusing to the uninitiated, climbing up and down stairs, running my fingers along the walls, feeling the structure pressing down on me.  The rain drums down on the roof, white noise keeping me company as I go on my way; it seeks for a way in but does not find one.  I come to a door and throw it wide.  I am on the roof.  I look out for a moment into a world darkened and shiny from the wet.  I feel the air move and feel alive again.


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