Ghostworld, St. Louis

Pictures from a recent business trip. From my balcony on the 20+ floor, a little bit south of God.

Nights like this makes me contemplate the most ephemeral things: spirits, old memories, and of course, most predictable of all, the red emotions. Everything seems sacred again.

Directly across from me, the hive is silent. Hundreds of dreams with their wings folded in, sleeping.

The city is haunted by slow shutter ghosts.