Humdrum

 

The automatic pilot shifted me to an intermittent reality. It came about gradually; the temperate climate and steady traffic granted me a view I had declined to acknowledge in my humdrum week.  The building’s weathered brick ensemble featured a plain cylinder which preserved a long forgotten identity, the brewery.

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