I exited Tattersall’s church while looking down at little drops of water landing on the self-help flyer. I instinctively started to look up at the sky. A man carrying a briefcase and an umbrella pushed past, ‘Whoah! Watch it, newbie.’ I took a step back; it must have been rush hour because I was in a laneway, and it was packed.

Another glance down and, judging by the little map on the flyer, I figured the self-help group was to the right. Stooping over, I hurried along with the flow of the bustling crowd.

A photograph of a cyberpunk street crowded with people carrying neon umbrellas while it is raining, framed like a Wes Anderson film
A photograph of a cyberpunk street crowded with people carrying neon umbrellas while it is raining, framed like a Ridley scott film.
A photograph of a cyberpunk street crowded with people carrying neon umbrellas while it is raining, framed like a Christopher Nolan film
A photograph of a cyberpunk street crowded with people carrying neon umbrellas while it is raining, framed like a David Fincher film
A photograph of a cyberpunk street crowded with people carrying neon umbrellas while it is raining, framed like a Neill Blomkamp film