Observations of The Urban Spaceman 
Archives
Adventurous summer holidays,
a time of make-believe.
When every hidey-hole was a fort
and monsters lived in trees.
Cloaked in darkness, I stared out through the window of the crumbling tower. The years had not been kind to this place; nor to me. The weather of time had eaten away at the stone and mortar of my soul, and the tower slowly crumbled in unison.
Glorken
The Urban Spaceman
Observations of The Urban Spaceman 
Things humans said