What better way to see the city. The
Press of flesh. The breeze of cars jockeying
Mere feet away. The yellow of the cabs
Speeding and zipping to make a dime. The
Closing of your conscious mind to the mad
Gibberish of steel and glass rising to
Block out the sky. The trash and odor and
Graffiti of lived lives out to pick your
Pocket with hot dogcarts and pizza shops.
The street side bazars and three card monte.
The real people taking real steps to hurt.
Awaking to the idea: the people
A place outside of nature. A massive
Inhuman biology unconcerned.