Vignette Series Part Five
I remember that street. The window blinds are rolled down all day. The walls are all gray – not with the paint but with the dust that accumulated on the naked walls after the paint came off. The stairs are bleak. It seems like there was always nobody around. But at night, that place transforms. The lights become blinding and the empty streets in the day turn into a feast in the dark. It’s funny how one place could so well wear two faces simultaneously.