A dark place

The further I go, the darker dark gets.

Sure as I am that this is but a partial clue, Sunday evening Berlin, in January, is a dark place. The broad street and the low range
It is a dark place, this, which is not to say it is inhabited by dark people. Instead, they walk with their heads up, the people here look in the eye of darkness and whatever dreams and nightmares it has or is to create.