Credit to Fan Wennan on Artstation

Here lie the remnants of “the old city”. It is a slum where the victims of the great recession now reside. Old, worn, broken. Great cement and steel buildings of the mid-century, built so close to one another, they touch wall-to-wall. Ancient structures stacked so high, they disappear into the darkness of the sky. They are rusted and heavy and seem to tilt, like crooked trees in the wind, creating a jagged skyline. At any moment, they seem as though they’d collapse down onto the streets below, but they stay up somehow. The air so polluted, it blocks the sun from sight and fills the sky above like a gloomy cloak. The horizon hides behind a vast blanket of brown and grey so that the rest of the city is concealed from view.

smoke break, Chinatown.

open 24-7．

ｆｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ　ｄｒｅａｍｓ　臆サホ

ｌｏｖｅｌｙ　ｎｉｇｈｔ　つ媛な

ｋｅｅｐ　ｃａｌｍ　ａｎｄ　ｃａｒｒｙ　ｏｎ

Deep into the night, a single light illuminates the dark room, satisfying the never-ending need for consumption.

ｃｌｏｓｉｎｇ　ｔｉｍｅ．

ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ　ｏｆ　ｙｏｕ．

ｌｏｓｔ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｒａｉｎ．

Chongqing, China

Lights flicker on and off. Smog so low, it meets the calm river. Just another day…

faint sounds of static, peacefully buzzing