My dark city is not just dark. It’s not just cold. It’s not just lonely.
My dark city is as dark as the soul when lost in the mists of humanity and it’s meaning.
He was living a vibrant city lifestyle in his twenties and thirties. After all, his work, love and friends were there, he knew everything about the city and his people. He felt at home. But this home felt more and more empty to him. As they grew older, his peers stopped living, all they…