dark alleys

the rocks, sydney



"the lonely, cold dark penetrated his layers of clothing as the harsh sounds of his shoes hitting the cobblestones reverberated around the high walls of the alley. he had returned back to his city, and had spent the evening walking and thinking. there had been just the one thing on his mind. the alley he had just turned into seemed to stretch for a mile, and it made him feel comfortable that he couldn't see where it ended. he was alone with his thoughts, the coldness and the weird and wonderful shapes projected upon the alley walls like some kaleidoscope."