Valentina's Vlog · Wed, week two

The same street, after dark

I walked the same street at eleven that I had walked at four, and it had turned over completely. Crates going one way, a card table in a doorway, a crew holding the corner, a truck being unloaded by people who did not want to be looked at.

It is not a different part of town. It is the same part of town at a different hour, and the city has an arrangement with that rather than a policy about it.

I was not frightened, which frightened me a bit.