Prison Architect is a woman in a catsuit, clutching your throat. A method of scientific taxonomy. A herder of sheep, cattle, and ducks. An empty box. A vacant fitting room. An open highway. A schedule for busses and trains. A second alarm. A prescription for anti-depressants. A mantra. A series of dates arranged in ascending numerical order. A lighthouse.

But less ambiguously, it’s a platform to catalogue and archive my interests. Also to improve my writing though critical analysis, transcribing history, creative fiction, and possibly a few aimless and incoherent walls of text.


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