From the roof of PTMC, he can see the stretch of the buildings. Trees and moon beyond them. The landscape of the city is one he knows intimately, like an old friend. Or perhaps a relative. Its arms with blinking city lights and cars driving past welcome him. They offer to envelop him. Tonight they beckon him.

Robby would like to step into those arms.

The soft embrace of the city would soothe his aches.
好诗意的描述虽然本质上是“唉好想跳了”