The stench of the city never goes away, and it is oh so gray. . . the earth, the buildings, the sky . . . this must be what prison is like. There must be something better. [The Crack Den]

A New Beginning

This morning I found myself looking out to sea, contemplating how a change is in order. I am tired of the seedy world of Hathian, a.k.a the Crack Den. It has become not just my home, it has become me, and I feel so corrupted. Until now, the beach had been my only respite . . . until now . . . Can the water wash away the spoil, the dirt? Only time would tell.