The 24th of December

The city is quiet except for a pair of sparrows fighting over a cigarette butt on the ground

Construction site locked up

Overflowing garbage bins and crates of empty bottles line the alley beside the bars and cafes that have all closed for the year

The odd taxi slowly drives by staring at me across the passenger seat as if i might need a ride

The sun slowly setting, casting shadows on the streets and on the walls of tall buildings

Look up. Christ, look up

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