As night descends we creep out to explore the city and her secrets. We venture deep below into the sewers and the subways, dodging the trains which
whistle by and jumping over the third rail. Nimbly we climb high above the streets, scaling the bridges, cranes and the rooftops, tiny specks unnoticed
amongst the clouds. Welcome to sleepycity, where the urban infrastructure is our playground. Tell me more...
The strangest and more organised hobo encampment I've ever seen. The piles of junk were roughly categorised and the bed was quite well made. It looked as if the occupant had simple gotten up one day and left, never to return. This beside table contained the only obvious valuables left, stored in two little jewellery cases piled high with silver chains and old metal watches.