The Parable of the Flea The city was dying.The Parable of the Flea by ~neserit
It was subtle, but there all the same.
Here, a man with one leg sat on the dirty concrete asking people for change as they passed by.
There, rats ran through the alleys, feasting on the remains of some once popular restaurant's courses.
All around, new buildings went up, while the old were left to decay.
The worst of it all was that no one seemed to notice it. The streets were full of middle-aged suburbanites in town for the attractions. Once they had their fun, they'd return to their nice, quiet homes and go to work the next day with smug details of how they briefly survived in the city.
Josh frowned to himself.
| Here there be monsters...Some gods like to sit around and let me recreate them in my own image. Sometimes, my nightmares stop scaring me long enough to inspire me. This is all full of words and images from mine own head. You've been warned. |
| What can I say? I like this stuff. |
Hungry 
I try to keep my prices as low as possible. So, if you like something you see here, put it on your wall. It will at least keep some people from coming into your home.  |
Sta.sh
