The Daily Sentence

Visiting that part of the metropolis which best gives indication of its personality — Star Street, with its kitschy shops, cyclopean condominiums, and pompous caravansaries (along with a few outright decrepitating fleabags)  — I noted the flash of a mocking smile full of weltschmerz playing as a well played recording over an oil-stained man-dressed-in maroon's partially shadowed face, as he was looking back over his shoulder, away from the well dressed man with which he was shaking hands with, and, simultaneously I became xenomancer, seer. -Aaron DeWeese