The evening was closing in around the city. The flood lights melted into sunset orange that bounced around the glass cage in which the city slumped. The metallic frame of the city walls clawed it’s way through the thin, translucent layers of faded glass, like veins under the skin, until each finger of creaking steel met in a dishevelled and hurried mass of welding and wire. A light breeze sprung from the fans, it brushed lightly over the grey, gum-covered pavement. A dust truck clattered down the dirty streets. The grey concrete houses that sat pilled on top of each other glowed a golden peachy colour from the light. People crowded silently around the tram station as evening rush hour began. The tram screeched to a halt at the platform, it’s green paint had been bleached by the light and old posters peeled from the sides. The glass partition slid open as people disembarked through the hot station. The glass slid shut and the second chamber opened with a hiss, a low hum began as people struggled passed each other to get on. The seats filled in seconds and soon people stood crammed like anchovies in a tin down the corridors. People leaned back as the doors clanged shut and the tram pulled away leaving a few disgruntled business men standing on the platform. The tram rolled on, it’s contents silent.