The Customs Office
A blue-lipped clerk fingers your passport with damp gloves. The stamp is already wet. Behind him, a wall of filing cabinets breathes in slow shifts. He asks, without looking up, what you have come to declare.
Interzone Explorer
A blue-lipped clerk fingers your passport with damp gloves. The stamp is already wet. Behind him, a wall of filing cabinets breathes in slow shifts. He asks, without looking up, what you have come to declare.