Behold! There is no discernible difference between the street lamps and the stars. Behold! In truth, I have forgotten whether the aging lights or the humming of the generators came first. Concrete, the great equalizer, covers the Earth, forcing each hill into the ground. Skyscrapers are proof that we exist. Is this our history? Cities built to decay and be cracked by tree roots? One day, I pray, the moss will eat away at all the highways.