ZERO PARADES
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A mouse trap with a bloody paw in its grip. No sign of the rodent.
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A neat panel of buttons and dials. Watched over by dirtied litter.
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A non-lethal current runs through the cage.
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A not-so-casual lean -- he's guarding what's inside.
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A pair of discerning eyes scans you from one of the bars.
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A palatial cat run.
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A patch of dense greenery below, like an embassy for the forest.
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A phone line advertising itself with genuine girls.
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A photograph of a huge white cat.
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A picture of a great steel chariot, signed by the hands that built it.
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A pilgrim stops to catch her breath, looking up at the summit far ahead.
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A platoon of drawers towers above you, rattling as you walk.
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A portrait has been stencilled over the movie poster.
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A precision drill glints in the surgical light.
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A PROPAGANDIST'S STATION.
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A punch-card scanner. The screen would've shown on-site personnel.
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A rainbow of lipstick kisses covers the page.
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A reading pile in three languages. Mostly about psychic phenomena.
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A residual smell: burned paper, melted plastic.
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A rotary dial phone with a long-forgotten number.
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A row of mismatched clothing on wire hangers.
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A ruined sofa with a sad story to tell.
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A saucepan half full of black cigarette butts.
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A school uniform once hung here.
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A second pattern drawn in stains and cigarette burns covers the garish original.
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A sense of malignant mystery emanates from the fax machine.
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A shade in a leather jacket thrusts a decapitated head towards the reader -- its lolling tongue and dripping viscera a promise of what's…
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A shadow of the mess inside stains the window.
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A sharp drop, a broken ankle. You wince.
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A sheet of thick paper lies on the floor, folded in half and partially covered by shadow.
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A shit wagon.
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A shiver through your feet. It seems much higher from this angle.
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A short clamber down to the loamy shore.
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A SHRINE TO AN OBJECT GOD.
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A shutter door, freed from its hinges. It didn't make it very far.
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A sign warning that sale of contraband is punishable by law.
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A single leather glove with the middle finger cut out.
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A single threadbare groove directly in front of the TV.
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A small miracle to have just one tile missing.
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A small vessel that once tried to fill the emptiness with songs.
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A smear of dirt bisects your reflection. Both halves equally on edge.
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A soapy outline of someone's back.
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A sound like a rabbit's heartbeat escapes from the man's headphones.
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A sour smell rises, drawing flies and scuttling things.
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A sports bag, but no sports gear inside. Weak.
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A spray-painted smile. Seems unsure of itself, though.
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A stack of glossy, neat files. Too perfect to rifle.
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A stagnant smell -- black loam and rotten leaves.
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A stall recessed into brickwork; wear and scuffs suggest it's been here for years.
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A steel rod jammed between the blades. Death by sabotage.
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