Mantle

From the outside looking in, a neon aquarium blinks behind glass: the seas underneath. A floral comforter wraps Citizen Same’s position like a mantle while he breathes out of the spire on a fire chills night. There are no frills to keep the price of living low. The life cycle burns slow like a candle on Sawtelle where the commerce for ramen, filled to the brim sips down to where a few people are about to go too. Tables and chairs are stacked and dragged into store fronts flair: fragmented kana.

A sight to see while it’s not taken down automatically or asked to leave by authorities both rude and politely. Seeing in augmented reality reveals the signs of glory from master of the feast at work during the wedding at Cana. Signs of the story contribute to the attendance by advertising to the greatest to the least the authority is arranging groups into troops arrayed in holy splendor.