Boston, what a colorfully gray city you are.
At daytime Downtown seems busy.
People in suits, always walking with a purpose and defined destination.
Never stops.

People don't act if they don't have reason to.
And how the sun is hiding the people are as well.

When the bright white moon comes up, the narrow streets are quite, no soul is found.

Im the lector of the unwritten letter,
the crowd of a canceled opera,
the observer of an unrecorded satirical filmstrip of this colorfully gray city. Boston