Edge Sector

by fragmentedspeech

I stand upon a tall sharp glass building that scrapes the night sky looking out over the dark smog-ridden cityscape. Sirens and industrial noise overbear any organic sound that could ever be emitted by any living organism; a city of ambivalence some would say. the city that is always ready to sleep but can never catch a hint of rest. The city with the verticality of its industry so tall that to everyday ground dwellers dawn appears as dusk. The darkness stalks the homeless and civil and nobody is ever safe.

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