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His hand dragged across the wall, searching in the dark for a switch. When the switch snagged between his fingers he took a deep breath, a mix of musky cologne and stale food filled his lungs, and he stepped foot into the room. The light flickered as if it were shy, once, twice, then in one great effort revealed every inch of filth in the apartment. The brightness burnt into his eyes and after a white blindness faded, a blue filter clouded his vision. Stepping over dirty clothes and unwashed ...

I         “If ever a more esoteric place existed, then surely I would call it heaven and hell.” he remarked, holding open a small notebook in his palm, and a pen on his lip. Gregor gazed down to the caterpillar crawling by, his body fallen against a cherry tree in the Greenhouse Garden. Of all the structures in The Institution -including the Pub and the Theatre- he enjoyed the Garden most; structures such as the Catharsis brought pleasure to no one. &...