The Edge of the Light

A lyrical snippet from an acquaintance's email (he's in New Orleans, in the Marigny):
...I had a moment two nights ago. Walked over to St. Claude, along Franklin, and stood in the middle of the road, on the edge of the light. Across St. Claude, for a long stretch, there is no electricity. It's kind of like standing on the edge of the sea. A windowless furniture shop alarm was going off. Across the street, the second story of a furniture warehouse rested wide open, a gaping wound. I walked over to Press Street, looked to the faintly lit -- kind of two dimensional skyline (Tron-like), then up. After asking why rather than why not, I received my answer in the form of a white unmarked police SUV blasting some hard core music. Interesting.

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