This is a strange city. So much moves through it. Goods mostly, but you’ll find some strange things the more you look beneath the surface. That warehouse sees more use than you might imagine. That sea can has “live goods”, but what about them is so live? When you leave the bar strip, the red light seems to almost hang in the air. Hasn’t that homeless guy been in the same spot for almost 2 weeks now? The moon seems too bright for the clouds squatting in front of it. Your bottled water tastes just slightly of iron.
“The death of one man is a tragedy; the death of millions is a statistic.”