neat. lol ur street looks like the 1 near my friends house. lol

and from the skies you see mile after mile of suburb

tiny, winding roads splitting the turf open, holding the houses apart in neat, uniform rows of two

a thousand roofs stare up at you from the earth, a thousand backyards seem to whisper stories of families, of drama, of good times passed

fly only a bit higher the patchwork of black shingles, green leaves, and gray asphalt all blends together, the stories and memories all coalescing into one, into something else, something far less interesting than the sum of its parts

in the end, only the birds seem to understand what goes on down below

nothing ever changes from street to street

nothing ever changes

looks like some neighborhoods near atlanta, GA