It’s funny how the night moves

I believe this is what one would call a desolate wasteland.  Seriously I feel like I am on Mars.  Where did all the trees go?  Or did Mott just never have any?  Also why are all the roads covered with gravel?  I swear it is possible to go days without seeing another human being here.  I’ve been reading through some of my old notebooks with a mixture of amusement and something else that is a bad emotion.  ( I was going to google “bad emotions” to figure out what it’s called but eh…)

And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew, her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb.
-Gaslight Anthem