Neon Living - Underground

Entertainment, service, sustention; whatever you may need, please, seek the glowing lights in the night, for they should guide you.

The city glows even when it shouldn’t. Signs flicker, shops never really close, and the air feels charged, like it’s running on caffeine and habit. People drift through it half-awake, half-busy, always going somewhere, even if in my opinion, it’s most certainly nowhere.

The light has a way of flattening things. It makes the street wet even when it hasn’t rained. It turns skin into reflections. It tricks you into it. Thinking it’s later, or earlier, than, You start living inside that blur.

Checking your phone, checking the time, trying to keep up with whatever’s moving faster than you. There’s comfort in the noise. The hiss of a bus leaving. The quiet moments between everything else. It’s not peace, but it’s familiar. Sometimes you catch yourself watching the glow hit a window or a parked car, and it looks beautiful for no reason.

Then it changes again — another ad, another light, another night that looks like the last.ones eternally. There’s a point in the night when everything feels slightly detached. The crowd thins, but the lights don’t. The billboards keep looping the same videos, the same faces, smiling into nowhere. You wait for silence, but the city just lowers its volume a bit.