End of Day

I love the empty, post-apocalyptic feeling of a city center on a Saturday evening. There's something compelling about all those grand, tall buildings being devoid of purpose. The people who sit in those offices behind those windows feel they're doing something important...but if they all disappeared tomorrow the sun would still come up. Just as it came up after the fall of Rome, and after the fall of Byzantium, and after the fall of the Ottomans.

The day always ends for the buildings and for the things that take place in the buildings and for the people who do the things that take place in the buildings. The day always ends, but then the sun always rises on the following day.