jchris173
Film noir. Rain-soaked streets lit only by streetlights. A civil defense siren sings, but who remains to hear it? For everyone else has already fled, leaving the one who listens quite alone. The buzz of bomber formations high overhead, en route to targets. Great devastation is imminent. The intrusion of the most heeeedious of monsters, its shadow creeping onward.
Favorite track: Black Star.