Heading south through the ruins, I startle three deer. Their barks echo through the concrete canyons as they run.

I see ever more plants breaking through the tarmac; a green infection. I pause to watch the sunrise. The morning light has a golden quality.

Manhattan has never looked so lovely.

Bill lives in Aberdeen Scotland. He is considered a pioneer in the art of slacking off by many, but he can’t be bothered seeking accreditation.