TEXT: Kenneth was sick of the busy streets, strung out shoppers and stressed sales merchants. He imagined flicking his coat, revealing wings, and flying into the hexacon. He would snug between the angles, wriggle into close comfort. Secure.
TEXT: The Hexadec wall was immense. However, once you chose your individual space, it was small. You selected your slot, climbed in to the restricted individual space and slept. Claustrocomfort, a complete change from the busy free fly day.