Yeah, the city lights are like a second horizon for them, turning alleyways into neon runways where rats glide and insects glow, and I’ve spent nights watching the patterns that shift with each flicker, but the artificial glow still feels like a cruel spotlight on their world.

That’s a neat thought, and I’ve seen the way a splash of real leaves can soften a neon glare in the dead‑hours. The problem is the city doesn’t hand out green patches like spare change—there’s a lot of bureaucracy and competing lights. But if you can get a few trees up on a vacant lot, the shadows they cast will become little secret rooms for the night. Just make sure the roots don’t fight the concrete, and the shade doesn’t turn into another blinding glare. It’s a messy project, but the payoff is a quieter, less harsh glow for everyone.