In the heart of the night,

Somewhere in the city in which I live, between the shadows and the light pollution are excuses for the steely structures, the litter strewn pavements, the lives of those which keep things moving, the lives of others who hold them back. As a child I would gaze in amazement at large buildings, the artifice fooled me, impressed by the lights, the confidence which exuded from people around me, I wished I was like them, I wanted to be that flash. Bright lights big city.

Something however did not add up with this tapestry in front of my eyes, I don't know where along the line I started to see through it but I no longer fall for the tricks. At some point I guess I saw the exclusion, those who were not invited to the big party. Maybe this was the moment I could see what was behind the artifice.

As you might have guessed, a frustrating day in the office.

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