Lydia steals glances at the Overseers in the guard towers that jut up regularly overlooking the compound, breaking the monotony of soot-stained walls comprising the boundary of the compound. The towers seem to glow against the dull metallic sky. The dying daylight glints against the giant Company logos on the side of each tower. Lydia’s eyes come to rest on the emblem of the nearest tower, a white triangle standing on point on a shield of black. The emblem is white and bright and in complete contrast with every surface it adorns. At times, Lydia recognizes the glimmer of beauty that must have once been accorded the symbol. At times, she sees its artistic aspect, its symmetry, its contrast of color and shape, beautiful like something she saw as a child in a picture book.