The Men of the Night City

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The night city is not the day city, though they share the same streets, the same alleys. Light becomes a commodity.

The men of the night city, free from the day of park-sleep and bench-sleep, daylight indignities of filth, of squalor, the sordid shame of open begging in the face of bottomless scorn.

They come into their own then. They move swiftly as cats in their confidence, sure in their knowledge of the night city,  the mask of darkness granting each man discretion and subtle magic.

Dusk a prayer of waking, midnight a prayer of communion, dawn a benediction.

 

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  1. Lynn Love

    Love this. The way the night opens the world up to the underclass, gives them a freedom of movement that the daylight and its repectability denies them. So well observed, so smart and poetic and poignant too. You’ve opened a whole new parallel city here. Fantastic

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