South of Downtown

There's something about spending a gray, weekend day down in the industrial wasteland part of town that just does something for me. The puddles in graveled indentations, the rusty train cars, the near-empty warehouses and factories... I don't know, it's like the pretty and shiny veneer of urban life has been stripped away, or the application was never even bothered with. I feel like a character in a brand new movie where anything can happen, and my character should be wandering around in a heavy coat and smoking.