Day 122

Of course it would be disorienting. With the river ebbing and flowing behind you, the blades of grass under you, and the haphazardly thrown crates everywhere serving as your hammock, it would feel – even for a moment – that you were in the country.

The man was sitting above the plastic crate with his legs braced in his arms. The sky starless above him, he beheld an LED screen wedged between two billboards. Ads popped mall sales, shoes, and the occasional inspirational message. The screen twinkled.

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