...Is The News of the Day
The car screeches in the snowy streets.
You breath out, see the warm cloud rise up and dissipate.
The car moves off. Somewhere.
Everyone going somewhere.
And then the streets are empty again. The cloudless night sky twinkles with a few stars.
Not enough stars to matter, but a few.
And as you look up you wonder if you can build on them, stack the stars together and make a structure. A simple machine that can reach you back to the stars.
And you turn, marveling at the smell of the fresh snow and the cold air.
And the lack of people and animals.
It's just you. And an impossibly empty section of the city. And your memories.
Just the way you like it.