Blackout. Fish fry smell. Children's toy sounds, tinkling cuppycakes. Cellphone fireflies, metro glow worm, cars ants in the distance. Giant buildings, dimly illuminated in the distance. Orange, green, purple horizons. Flashlights. The generator ticking away like a cicada, somewhere. Spectral beams from the headlights of cars split into angles and spears of light and silhouette. Dogs barking, police sirens, people washing dishes in the club next door.
I want to walk in the dark in Ghosts soundtracked slumbering NCR.
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