It’s the perfect place for the world to end.
Towering skyscrapers and puss filled homeless people.
A deep contrast like when the sun rises and sets
blending colors like human lives on an organic canvas.
I’d die there.
I’m sure you would also if you saw how old buildings crumbled
and how new ones rose in their place
like a hero rising from the depths of hell after having fought the devil.
A certain beauty in constructing artificial worlds where
real beings can thrive or feed off the remains that drop off like dead skin.
You could walk then; to the edge of the city you could walk.
Watch the lights dim and brighten and dim again
as you finally approached the edge.
And there you’d turn around and watch as the world you came from
turned to ashes.