There are two women. Not dissimilar to any pair of women you’ve seen walking down the street, thoughts filled with love, hate, ignorance to the cameras and surveyors watching their every move. Yet completely different. Utterly and totally different. You’ve never seen these women before. You’ve never imagined them. (Well now you have. Good job.) You don’t know these women. And they don’t know you. They don’t know a lot of things.
Welcome to Night Vale
