The notion of a city which is dead. Not literally though just lots of people social a regular city yet these people are dissatisfied in life not happy not killing not living not dying, just in stasis. No salvation for them why? Because this city no longer has an icon. They are just loge for me, who are only chasing the ghost of me that everyday they could emerge with an icon and make me real for them. I’m just a puppit in their hands which they can’t get right. I’m miserable but surviving because they are perfect beings and strive for an icon alone nothing in between.