Brooklyn, February 2026. In the middle of a blizzard. Silence as I walked down the block. The road hidden under a thick blanket of white, interrupted by a dark stripe of tire tracks receding into hazy distance. A line of parked cars, thickly encrusted with snow like sloping white hills. Trees with dark slender limbs outlined in white. Blank wall of sky. A streetlight far off, glowing dimly. Winter in full force, transforming a bustling city into the silent middle of nowhere.