Desolate. That’s the best word for it. It reminds me of the first lockdown, eerily quiet, post apocalyptic meets zombie. Anyone you saw seemed dazed, semi-detached. It’s like that. There aren’t smoking ruins but there might as well be. You can see what it all used to be like. Bustling, vibrant, alive. But now… it’s not dead, it’s sadder than that. A once beautiful city, a once great empire reduced to this. Architects must have had dreams. Visions. Empty shells of buildings and empty people. That’s what hits you most, the few people wandering around the ruins. Avatars on autopilot.