Platitudinous musings.

Trolleys sitting on barren streets. Windows frozen over, white with frost. Tough love from a man selling monkeys. Long black cars drifting effortlessly around city street corners. Telephones ringing in abandoned offices. The one floorboard that squeaks when you're up alone at night. An old woman yelling at the sky. A pack of wild dogs scavenging in an alley. On the other side of town, a gang of alley cats prowling down a shadowy lane way. A dilapidated house sitting atop a mangy hill, it's contents disused for decades. Dusty. All.