After a stark and bleak build up in the Snake Pit of Shekou, for a day or two at least, some real soul will enter
a few buildings and homes for a while. Most here will not experience anything else except the usual spawn of Satan
coming to tell you you’re in heaven, and believing it.
The blind and the poisoned go about to day like the world is in wonder, without seeing the faces
behind the masks as they walk down the street, broken, burnt, twisted and deceiving to all but the wary.
So today feels like a good day in one small pocket of air in the suffocating cloud of sulphur .
Maybe I can still survive and find a way out, before the whole city implodes upon itself….
Happy Christmas to all the REAL people out there, you know who you are, the rest, you’re already sinking into the depths and have no way back…
I cannot help you now…
Watch out for New Dark Electro and Dark Orchestral for Film throughout next year, via the podcast.
Stay strong, don’t give in
The Ghost That Walks