Rows of tall, windowless buildings enclose a desolate street.
All of their lines are rigid and clean; there is no garbage or dirt on any surface.
A warm but dim light of indistinct origin causes their shadows to stretch unnaturally and a**ume a color darker than midnight.
An observer, his mind swollen and stale, props his heavy body against a building in order to concentrate.
A silent mob drags a woman's limp body across the street in front of him.
Her shirt rips exposing her breasts.
This moment exerts pressure on the observer. He turns his gaze to a nearby tree.
Its growth, a gesture invisible to his eyes, but persistently present, suggests alternative counsel.
His fatigue is overwhelming.
At such junctures a man determines how to dedicate his life.