The Brothel Creeper: Stories of Sexual And Spiritual Tension
“But maybe thoughts don’t exert much pressure, unlike the more volatile gases. Who knows? I’m not a neurologist and neither are you. Probably.
Fanny was unhappy in this world of ours.
She hated the cynicism and dirt of the city, she loathed the intolerance and brutality of the rural regions, she fretted constantly at the casual cruelties of her fellow human beings, the greyness of the utilitarian society into which she had been born, the cold drudgery of pointless work, the general lack of imagi...nation exhibited all around her, and she had no friends who felt like she did.
It was a lonely existence for her, and although solitude had its bittersweet qualities, it wasn’t enough to feed her hungry soul.
She wanted to leave the planet and go elsewhere. But where?
To the Evening Star, of course! Every night it shone through her window, bright over the distant rooftops of a slum where mad people roamed the streets and shouted their despair, a twinkling point of hope beyond the sooty glass ceiling of her life, a beacon that seemed to sparkle just for her, to her, calling out.MoreLess
Fanny was unhappy in this world of ours.
She hated the cynicism and dirt of the city, she loathed the intolerance and brutality of the rural regions, she fretted constantly at the casual cruelties of her fellow human beings, the greyness of the utilitarian society into which she had been born, the cold drudgery of pointless work, the general lack of imagi...nation exhibited all around her, and she had no friends who felt like she did.
It was a lonely existence for her, and although solitude had its bittersweet qualities, it wasn’t enough to feed her hungry soul.
She wanted to leave the planet and go elsewhere. But where?
To the Evening Star, of course! Every night it shone through her window, bright over the distant rooftops of a slum where mad people roamed the streets and shouted their despair, a twinkling point of hope beyond the sooty glass ceiling of her life, a beacon that seemed to sparkle just for her, to her, calling out.MoreLess
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