The city was dying.
It was subtle, but there all the same.
Here, a man with one leg sat on the dirty concrete asking people for change as they passed by.
There, rats ran through the alleys, feasting on the remains of some once popular restaurant's courses.
All around, new buildings went up, while the old were left to decay.
The worst of it all was that no one seemed to notice it. The streets were full of middle-aged suburbanites in town for the attractions. Once they had their fun, they'd return to their nice, quiet homes and go to work the next day with smug details of how they briefly survived in the city.
Josh frowned to himself. They were all too ignorant to see the city's final death thrones.
He stood at his windows, far above the crowds, and watched it.
He was gifted at times with a photographer's eyes. That gift allowed him to sell a few choice photos to local papers. He didn't need the money, but it felt gratifying just to have a piece of him out for the world to see.