The view up isn't so bad and I hope I'll get there.
I've been placed here so many times I find myself used to it.
How did I get down here? I don't seem to remember the slide. I can't see any disturbed rocks. Perhaps I was teleported here. Perhaps I climbed down carefully while I was dreaming.
In any case I'm here. I've been here before. It looks familiar.
Why am I here? I suppose I need to see the view again. I remember being down here before and being angry or in despair or some other negative way. Now I feel okay. I've climbed up before and I'll do so again.
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I'm glad I have a place to write. That's all I need sometimes to remember how it feels to be pull your head above the horizon.
However, I prefer it down here for there are many with machetes waiting to cut off the head of any poor sap who thinks that climbing will be successful!
Maybe I could look around for a while and think about staying. Maybe get a desk and put it in the corner. Except, there appears to be no corner. Everything is just a dull gray illuminated by the wide mouth above. We're close to a city, I think, because there's a glow at night.
I wonder if the people live there in peace and harmony or if everyone has their own machete. I don't really want one but everyone says I'll need one if I make it back up there.
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