L sees dead people

The homicides are starting to pile up. I can see now why the cops play a little rough... there's simply too much death in this city. But frustration turns quickly into apathy, which is why I'm glad I'll be out of here before that happens.

Despite all the photos of dead people I've seen, it's the urban memorials that haunt me the most: Stuffed animals are duct-taped to a lamppost, their furs gray and tattered. A pair of shoes are strung on a electric line (also the sign for drug deals). A scrawl on a wall. But it's worse without the memorials, when we stand on the site where someone has disappeared forever, and there is no trace of his demise. I often expect to find the streets stained with blood, and it's saddening to discover that concrete doesn't remember death.