A man in a bright green flux shirt walks along a crowded sidewalk under metal scaffolding at night.
A man is walking down the sidewalk.
The sidewalk is radiating heat under the bright sun.
It is like Beckett written for soap operas according to Lyons.
The old hall is all that remains of the temple.
The man is sleeping
A woman admires a photograph.
A barista carrying some coffee cups.
The man is leaning against the wall.