Lording over Lincoln

Chained to a desk and a laptop, the large hotel window next to me is open. I look down over the city of Lincoln, feeling like a malevolent Lord.

People scurry like ants, cars zoom to and fro, seemingly in a hurry, but going nowhere.

I lord over it all from my clock tower, glad I don’t have a high powered rifle.

The time when I can disappear off the grid can never come soon enough. Remember this when one day the stories from this site become no more, just like your own mortality.

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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?