Sound of Ion_

Here I am, sitting and with ten hours to spend in a place beyond all places. Unceremoniously dusty, thrown away in a lost and dumped landscape. Refused, but still preferring the Gardens of Babylon, to the happy compromise of missing my identity in the upstairs room. They told me they call it the Sterile Zone. No one is really here. But I still hear voices. In between places. Or into some other alien worlds_