cyberpunk ambiente

  Yesterday night, while I was walking the forlorn streets, a lust for a substantial dinner struck me right out of nowhere. Accordingly I directed my steps towards a particular joint, ’cause I knew that they serve quite large steaks there—or so I thought. I entered the place, occupied a table, ordered a steak and a beer, one more beer later on, and felt myself to be perfectly at ease and somehow content. While digesting the first beer, simultaneously waiting for the slab of beef to arrive, I reflected on the real reason why I came to this very restaurant. … Continue reading