The song speaks about the “american Idiot” character Jesus of Suburbia and how he walks alone at night, just wondering the streets while the city sleeps, no one cares where he is, what he is doing and where he going. JOS is just walking with no cause after his holiday. The song for him is this idea where you could be alone because it gives you time to think and see things clearly however you can spend your entire life alone because eventually you want people to be there for you. The first verse of the song starts off by introducing the whole tone of the song. In the first verse the character JOS walks alone this lonely road at night “where the city sleeps..I walk alone”, the parties have died down, people have gone home and he walks by himself, no one cares where he is going.
A man is frozen with a shocked look on his face staring up at the flea tree. Dog sniffs at the base of the flea’s legs. (Left) Would Digger itch his leaves? The setting is a backyard. Wooden fence lined with bushes and flowers is in the background.
The First Kill Every night I was forced to walk alone through the City Park. During the day it was a normal place, a huge shady park lined with old, oak trees. I was never afraid of it during the day but in the night it was dark and daunting. I would fear walking through it and always hoped there was someone with me. My dad worked late hours and there was no one at home in the evenings.
When he responds that he is just walking, the police car asked why he is taking a stroll at this time of night when there is no one else with or around him (Bradbury 1). He is then taken to the Psychiatric Center for Unusual Tendencies because apparently what he is doing is causing suspicious behavior (Bradbury 2). Apparently, walking is an unusual thing. Also, the crime in this town is so minimal that they don’t have a need for people to be in the police cars; they just have police cars driving around. “In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles, he had never met another person walking, not once in all that time” (Bradbury 1).
The house was distressed and it looked like it was made of black glass. An eerie mist was all around the place even though there wasn’t any fog that night but a full moon. Being the curious teenagers they were, they walked closer to the house stepping on broken twigs and dried leaves. They saw the front door open but as they approached the door it suddenly shut. They found a way to the back door and shuddered as they walked by a tombstone.
The story mostly takes place at dusk or at early night, so the atmosphere is mostly lights mingled with darkness. Plot summary The narrator is a young boy who lives in a street in north Dublin with his uncle and aunt is infatuated with the sister of his neighbor, Mangan. He is too shy to talk to her. At the beginning
The bark of numerous tree trunks were scratched and mauled by something she did not want to encounter. Therefore, she continued walking down the unweathered forest floor that had scarcely been in contact with human foot. The sudden tweets
The curls of iron around the letters do remind him of pumpkin vines. There is a complicated-looking lock holding the gates shut, and a small sign that reads: Gates Open at Nightfall & Close at Dawn in swirly lettering, and under that, in tiny plain letters: Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated Bailey doesn’t know what “exsanguinated” means, but he doesn’t much like the sound of it. The circus feels strange in the daytime, too quiet. There is no music, no noise. Just the calls of nearby birds and the rustling of the leaves in the trees.
He sat down promptly in the grass next to the unfinished job or fixing the stones. Idle conversation followed promptly. Words of little substance and little lasting worth. The weather, grass, the Centaur and others. Night fell upon the two quickly as was common so far south.
Through the crack Ravi saw the long purple shadows of the shed and the garage lying still across the yard. Beyond that, the white walls of the house. The bougainvillea had lost its lividity, hung in dark bundles that quaked and twittered and seethed with masses of homing sparrows. The lawn was shut off from his view. Could he hear the children’s voices?