Overpowering

G: I saw one
D: How was it?
G: It wasn't that it was small, although it was, or that the ceilings were low, which they were, it was the overpowering sense of loneliness the abode communicated, as if on the brink of some lost chasm betwixt love and comfort, and anyone who entered found themselves dangling, helpless, over the very same precipice for always and a day.



D: So when do you move in?