Metr0n0mic0n: Chronicles of the last human city , a photo essay

kafka, camus, orwell. their novels are not easy to love. so it is also true with the great beast called City, both mother and whore. no images of smiling children or joyous vistas to be had; the intention here is to depress, and in so doing inspire a frantic search for hope. the healer is dead. go cure yourselves.