“Of all the dilapidated, miserable-looking places I have ever seen, this was the worst… an altogether dreary, sunblasted point of departure for nowhere…” – Mary Chase Walker, San Diego’s first school teacher
Some say a city is best judged by it’s people. The city sees what we want it to see. The tourists think of every night as glamorous. People who live here complain of smog, traffic, and overpopulation. What do I care?
Things like me have been here from the city’s youth. We have cultivated it. We have tended to it like a garden, pruning when needed and selecting only the best of it for consumption. We have watched our dark jewel as the dark’s light has weakened to only an orange haze and the night have gotten longer. We have kept to our toils as the seasons have come to pass.
This is the time of harvest. Blood will flow in the streets. Corpses will clog the harbor. The sun will set one last time for many of us. Do you think you can survive the reaping?
-Prince Christian Wylde of San Diego