Status Updates From Z213: EXIT

"The sky is leaving again, the newspapers rot in the corridor, the same trees pass again darker before us, those who wrench the doors looking for a place, who are coming in at the next stop."

Definitely not sure that I understand what I'm reading 🫠

"Soon you make out the end, light, you come up trees drizzle, leaves spilled at your feet."

This book is strange yet poetic 🤨