For Yu, the lack of people was nowhere near as strange as people milling about with a strict routine in mind. Better to be quiet and alone than to see mindless sorts rushing to and fro. At least here no one was trying to mask the artificial.
From what he gathered, Yu had to agree. He nodded simply once. Another look about. This quiet sector lacked the jubilance that the famous playwright sought to convey. "Where I live, it is the same. At first glance, it is similar to home. But look harder and it is... fake."