it gets dark here far too early.

Every person on the street stares into your car window as you drive by, with a look of resentment. A large crowd gathers on the corner, filing into an open cathedral, hoping that there’s enough soup for their hungry stomachs. People sit against cold brick buildings, waiting for something, like a lonely child waiting for their parent to pick them up from school. It’s hard to see the mountains with so many old decrepit buildings, looming over top of the streets. People walk down the streets with tired, sad faces, like a funeral procession. There’s no natural light, but rather a collage of neon glow, headlights and red and blue police lights; it seems like the moon doesn’t want anything to do with this place.