Our cities weren't built upon the premise of love or decency. They were built upon the bones of useless machines. There's so much to witness within their arteries, yet somehow they all appear, sound, feel, and smell the same down to the rat droppings on every corner, the dumpsters burgeoning with garbage, and the gasoline fumes that rise from their roadways. The merit of the megalopolis is predicated upon the height of its monoliths, and just maybe their blinking lights will distract ones eyes from the waste that's piling up at their feet long enough to win over what's left of our cold, mechanical hearts.
