By J M McDermott
Read by Ben Phillips
Detroit is dying. All the ornamental structures from
the glory days of American industry wilt in ruin.
There’s one building — found it myself — where the
roof caved in one winter. There’s a tree that used to
be in the lobby — and it’s dead — but its children
are growing there. The forest has taken over the
lobby. Birds hide everywhere, in the trees and the
rafters, and their shit covers everything, but their
singing is so beautiful.