Phantoms

Phantoms, Entry I.

When I was a boy, my mum or my dad took me to a bank or something. The floor was a hard, reflective surface and so it looked as if there was nothing to walk on whatsoever. I mean, being a little kid, I was absolutely terrified that if I took a step off the black marble tiles near the entrance to the building that I would fall into some ominous chasm. I probably pulled a Dante and swooned shortly afterwards, since I don't remember any more of what happened after that. The point is, I'm just glad I've been privileged enough to have led a happy childhood and that I can look back fondly on some little moments of disarming innocence.


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