"I think of you - I fade away"
               From Urbanity, Part II: Singularity

It's 6 AM.

The sun is just about to rise (or maybe it has already). The street in which I'm walking is empty (or maybe it isn't). I'm looking for an ending (or maybe it looks for me).

The wall on which I found a flower three years ago is painted white. The rest is black.

I point my camera to walls (or maybe it is pointed at me).

Void.