Chamber of the Post-Urbanist by Marco Casagrande
One has to die a bit to be reborn. City is dead, long live the compost. For my urban sins I needed Post-Urban Rehabilitation and for my sins they gave me one: the cave. Every time I wake up in this chamber the walls move a little bit closer. When I am here, I want to be in the city and when I am there all I want is to get back into the cave.