Metaphor for my life.
I sat in here for 3 hours polishing glasses.
This is a milk machine.
The storeroom. A refuge.
Utility corridors have a unique charm all to themselves. Industrial chic.
The Pit at Douche Bank. Deep below the earth. I often thought about jumping. It would have been ok tho. Would have bounced on the bubble wrap...
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