The two of them sat on the edge of a pavement belonging to a city cut cleanly in half years ago, for directly under them was the sea. The first took a deep breath; did he smell the sea, or the sewers? He couldn't tell. The second contrasted the world with his eyes, merging his red shirt with a dark pavement, backgrounded by a beginning of a sunset that flared the sea and the city behind it, making them look like an aged photograph; the colours warm, the edges sharp, the structures towering.