There arises in the centre of the city a great moat. Steep sides cut deep into the fabric. Its flow is quick and unrelenting. To cross without bride or careful navigation would be certain death. Few have tried and fewer have survived. This gash across the city splits it in two. The flow of this great body is more complex than most. Currents flow in both directions and speed is highly variable. Sometimes it becomes an almost stagnant crawl; heat rising lazily in the oppressive summer sun. Other times the pace quickens. Low tides speed up the flow to dangerous speed; the eye can barely track its motion.
[ atlanta, city, collage, dystopia, flood, Future, rising tides, river, the american city, traffic ]