Seeing is half the story

Walking down the dimly lit alley I could make out the street lights at the mouth. Creating halos of light amongst there dark surroundings. The alley was narrow, enough for me to be able to reach out and touch each of the brick walls beside me. As I tenderly brushed my fingertips along the rough surface, images flicked through my mind as I continued to trail my fingers across year's worth of graffiti and posters layered repetitively over each other.