fires dancing at the edges,
ink collapsing in on itself.
This and so many other hauntingly beautiful, achingly true turns of phrase. I don't do well in cities for many of the reasons you illustrate here. May the forgotten ones be remembered, the impossible striving for perfection abandoned. Well woven... and nice formatting!
Cities build their own allures into their dark sides - everything is grey, but there are some colorful people navigating the concrete jungles. I agree with you, I hope they all find places where they will not only be remembered, but also feel remembered.
Thank you so much for the read and comment, @katrina-ariel.