The windshield had a film of mist on it as I drove down Hollywood Boulevard late the other night. The mist broke up the rays of light bearing down from the never ending stream of signs and billboards littering the airspace above the street. There was, if one strained, a visible faint vertical break in each strand of light as it crossed the glass. In the break was total darkness. The kind of darkness that those with no souls avoid. So they leave the lights on until the sun comes up.
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