You have only three GB left in your brain. Please delete some old memories or face brain freeze. The words blinked before his eyes as he stepped on the elevator to Suburbia. A new life awaited him in Suburbia. For that he wanted all the old memories. I will erase them in parts as and when the need arises. No one knew why he is ignorant of something he was deemed as an expert once.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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