Countless buildings stand tall, with spires and a deep chasm that separates one side of the city with another.
Sunset
Metropolis
Fifty Years
Close Knit
Labyrinthine
. . .
I am never apart. I am always with. As the sun goes down my light begins. I need nothing but the sound and sight of company, day and night. My heart beats with the deep thud of all who gather here, wall to wall. My veins rush with the traffic of steps from one place to another. Through my entanglements I sense the lives that buzz, break, and love amidst the burble of this place.