In the year of 2053,
houses lined up along the sidewalk,
swallowed by darkness,
muted by silence.
In a city of three million people,
only one house lighted,
only one man on the street.
The pedestrian walked down the street,
what he saw was blackness,
what he heard was quietness,
what he felt was loneliness.
"Why has the city become such a place?" I asked.
The pedestrian paused, shaked his head,
and walked down the street
by himself.
