Welcome to the center of the known worldMercy. The skyline of metal and concrete covers centuries past, while the glass windows bake the city streets below. The sun sets and the miles of urban development and telephone wires reach out towards the clouds through silhouettes. Neon blinks in polyrhythmic patterns.

This zine takes you beneath the skyline. Down onto the street. Where the web of neighborhoods and districts inhale each other in smog and noise, segregated by the decades-old lines drawn by even older hands. Each one a world of faces. And history. And ruin. And resurrection.