The Infamous Old Docks
A total shithole in the southeast.
The rusting hulks of Sin Street’s old ocean-going coal delivery and storage barges were enormous, listing at an angle approaching ten degrees, looking tired and sick, leaning against the pier where heavy stanchions had crushed into steel bulkheads.
The canal stench gripped the back of my throat, prompting an infrequent gag response. Diesel, sewage, and dead carcasses pervaded. I figured there were more human corpses rotting away in that black water than live fish eating them.
The yard area looked like a fisherman's graveyard. Damaged lobster pots, their metal cages crushed, and nets with twine shredded from battles with rocks and other seabed obstructions were strewn everywhere, abandoned by their owners.Â
The canal system was completely ignored, being of no commercial value. Sin Street folk weren’t the sort to venture out on family walks. A specter of death clinging to the water's surface terrorized people who lived outside our boundaries.
The lights in Steve’s canal boat were on and visible from my hiding place half a mile away and throughout the approach. Nothing stirred inside his floating wreck so I felt confident and gripped the sidearm Max bought and taught me the use of.
We started mapping Sin Street, using some plane pictures. I hope you will enjoy this "documentary" posted in our Sin Street Daily. It is also a fresh look at A Resurgent Whore story.
I love it so much. The images are world class and perfectly convey a noir universe - your artwork tells such a story of industrial decay and desperation. Im drawn in and so happy the scale of our universe is clear. Amazing video - you have created a blueprint and I love it