Ring Ring!
The defining skyline: a dystopian city, a cover for the matrix where you don’t see anyone on the streets, and there are underground tunnels people talk about, but no one knows how to enter.
The buildings are foreboding, dark and spiky, going up to the sky, but with no sense of rhythm. There’s a feeling of doom. A singular odd bar peeks out; the only old bar among the shiny boxes.
Portrait of June 