The Falling City

The City is a world of noise. Traffic on continuous motorways, recycled music blaring from shop fronts and onto footpaths, construction banging and clanging out across streets to rebuild what has decayed; It is a city where residents must wear cancans to isolate themselves from the pain of constant aural attacks and have them replaced with soothing sensory stimulations.

It is a city where identity no longer exists, where past and present are blurred, where time is forgotten. It is a city where residents are only known by the occupation that they exist in from one moment to another, and who cannot conceive of a past beyond their own concerns.