Living on Mars

I saw it on the way to transit.

It is a decrepit hotel district.
We walk along crumbling cobblestone streets.
The injection needle reflected in the neon sign stands out like a jewel against the backdrop of prostitutes.

The cobwebbed road from Mars to here.

Ziggy Stardust led me here with Diamond Dog.

Finally 5 years, another 5 years, this is 5 years.

The pandemic was only mediated by the chaos of emptiness.