It is night and I am alone in this city. People are drinking in the bar on the corner of Superior and Cass, and I am half a block away, standing in an alley. It’s not really a place to be alone in the dark, but this is my city, this is my home, and I know every corner, every brick, and I don’t know any reason to be afraid. It is the end of July and the air is wet, hanging so heavily that I don’t think the breeze could move it. With every step, I feel like I’m swimming. There’s nothing special about it, except for how in the daytime, the bricks are the best shade of blue and in the places where they are crumbling, you can see the brightest orange underneath.