A long summer's dusk yawned as if this side of the earth were tired of day and wished to usher in the quiet of night. I found myself sitting on a stone bench overlooking the river, cathedral and town as magnanimous indigo stretched so spritely to ripple across the sky and corral the light so that the stars could guide me home. Something shone so I asked, where have all my people gone?
The reply, they're still here. This lonely fiend's new friends remind him how temporary relief is because I have done this too many times and I have lost interest in living as I wander this town, My sweet city split me into