2/24/00 del twee

I'm walking through a deserted marketplace.  It feels like it's in another country, but still familiar.

I've dreamt about this place before, only last time I was here it was crowded and lively.

It has just finished raining, everything is dark and wet.  

I felt like someone was going to tell me to leave because there were many things of value left out and unattended.

I could've taken whatever I liked, 

but I didn't