The Movement:

A nearly empty spit of sand, dotted with the neon lights of an age past, calling out for tourists that may never come - but certainly wouldn't this time of year. The empty boulevards are filled only with the happier memories of a lifetime spent here with family and friends - memories from a lifetime ago.

The empty mountain roads, forest paths, and wide valleys - memorized as well as the back of a hand. Control and domination of every nook and cranny, given not by right of choice as much as ...