As I step out onto the street the sun beats down on the now worn paving tiles that once mirrored our clean, crisp, polished ambition of building a clean, crisp, polished society; but that was years ago. These days you don't have to look far to see that the grout has gotten dirty, the edges have been chipped, and everything seems to have scuff marks that go deeper than the surface; and that's just the people, to say nothing of the city itself.
Another siren in the distance, another body on the corner: it's just another day in Tile City.
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