City Limits

Strange to start a story where things end, but then again we are on the edge of something, and that is also where another thing begins. Although some edges can be sharp, hold tension and fight for definition, other edges are soft, somewhat blurry where strange meetings happen. I would't say these edges are devoid of tensions, far from it, but mainly there is a mutual sense of merging. Clashes can happen but they are outnumbered by curious mixes. Misfits. Bizarre hybrids. Mutations. This edge is home to fringe dwellers, lost movements and kaleidoscopic perspectives. We are the spectral theatre performed by the living and the dead.