I like cities- to visit, at the most. I like the bustle and movement, the way people walk and drive with purpose- and impatience; the noise of progress as thick in the air as the smell of the sun baking asphalt, concrete and stone. At night the lights blister the dark with pretty colors, while tourists ignore the petty glances of cityfolk. Words flicker and fade- signs gleefully announce new things and old things, these things and those things, making the shadows scream defiantly against the rage of electricity.
Inspo: Berlin, “Metro”, 1981