There was this boy that loved to watch the night sky, but he'd never seen the stars.
He wouldn't mind, because his stars were the planes, the flashing red lights moving over the city covered in smog.
The moon replaced by the floodlights of the factory across his window.
The sound of nature at night,
replaced by the sound of the city's nightlife.

For him the planes became a symbol, in the same way other...