Welcome to the Sprawl.

That’s what we call it these days. Urban decay that stretches for miles. Cities run from one into another. There’s no place to hide from the seething masses… no air left to breath.

It’s the sickening glut of humanity in your face, 24×7. The more money you have the higher above the Sprawl you can get. The rest of us have to be satisfied with the burned out shell of what’s left of the old city. Decay, rust, sickness, gangs, drugs and anything for a price. We were born into the Sprawl and its here that we’ll either sink or swim. Everything here is a hand-me-down — even the rain, which never lets up, trickles down off the high rises and great Arcology and falls, yellow, onto our darkened streets.

This is my journal, my blotter. The imagery you see represents the world I live in, insatiable and unstopping. You learn to ignore the noise and focus on the signal if you want to make it through the day.