Surrey. Blanketed in darkness. Trees everywhere. Nature lashes out when she can’t reclaim herself from our overpopulated and all-consumptive grasp.

My city is like a middle aged bar star who forgot to grow up as she grew old. She thinks she’s in Neverland, thinks she’s more than just pretty-once-upon-a-time. Her face shows the wear and tear of civilization and bad decisions, the scars only human beings know how to leave on each other or on anything they touch.

When the lights come back on we’ll see the ugly truth of her. My city looks best in the dark.