(Part IV – Grey)
The night is dark and growing cold. A tiny sliver of moon is playing hide and seek among the taller buildings as he walks the boulevard, hands in his pockets and eyes turned down. It was past midnight already – two hours ago. The electricity the city was saturated with has evaporated since he was last out – the potency of the early night gone somewhere else to deceive him another time. The edge of that morning's paper juts out of a nearby rubbish bin and sways back and forth – the only living thing around.
The city feels empty and dead – all he can do is walk.