A Disintegration Loop

Last night: 'Wandering around a down-town area of the city; initially feeling a carnival atmosphere, but it quickly turns sour. Emergency service vehicles arrive - one is driven by Stokes - and a series of injured men are carted out in to the roads that are occupied by some sort of protest. I do not know the reasoning behind this. I run between hastily assembled shanties, fashioned from the backs of articulated lorries. Everything is skewed slightly, so my balance is off, and I am constantly stumbling in to the next shanty and apologising to the occupants. They seem nonchalant, possibly drugged. Later, after the area has been attacked by an unnamed militia type force, I drive Stokes about in an ambulance trying to show him what happened. He is seemingly unaware of his earlier involvement, or I am. The street are bright, the buildings ramshackle and sagging, like winter at the seaside. This is not the rejuvenated financial district I was expecting'