And Mao watching you on the way in.
Quite a place to sleep. And to entertain your dozens of concubines.
Slow afternoon; makes me wander; makes me lazy; makes us thoughtful. You had to be a eunuch to work here. 'Surgeons' worked at the gate, slicing and dicing; selling back the removed parts to the recently detached owner as proof of the operation.
Succession of spaces. Windows and frames. Doors and locks. Corridors into courtyards. Lost into found - and then lost again.
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