Welcome to San Francisco
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"Life has this tendency to get in the way and shit on you from time to time, but no matter what, I still have music, you know?" He took a breath after saying this. The brown of his eyes reflected the city light clearer than the water ever had.
"Yeah," I said, my breath catching as he looked into the distance of the city.
It was then I realised that insomnia didn't keep me from dreaming; I had insomnia because I was dreaming.
Reya has insomnia, so she walks at night. With her thoughts racing too fast to catch up to, she finds herself taking in the city she loves every night to distract herself. With the overstimulation, she finds herself relaxed and at home.
Harry lives everywhere in the city - or, rather, he lives nowhere. With an adventurous look at his roofless situation, he explores the entire city every night to find his next settlement for the next few hours. With the endless buildings and curves, he finds himself relaxed and yearning for home.
When the two cross paths, it only takes one person to ask for the time to begin intertwining the lives of an extroverted introvert that loves the imperfect city and an easygoing free-spirit that has seen its entirety.
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