Way down was so much more enjoyable. The bus station was empty, so was the street, so was the whole suburb for that matter. The heat was also unbearable and black asphalt made hot air to swirl.
This is the ongoing story about a clown that struggles to get back his colors after he's been stripped of it. Written every day as time goes by and illustrated by Midjourney AI. So hang on as the story unfolds.
