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Honk, Honk, Beep, Beep?



The hustle, the bustle- the constantly moving but also the never changing?



Whizzing by in a breath, taking in smog and disgust?



The air, dirty and lacking the mountain freshness present in the suburbs compared to this place?



Everybody running and all the while no one is actually moving?



The fast paced consistency is redundant, and ignorance emerges covering the whole lot of these stupid people appearing to be no more than mice in a maze?



The run towards the food over and over again, days changing ritually yet the monotonous scenery carrying over as well?



Every day is new but also the same, never sleeping this city lives- living on for centuries but changing not one bit; it is a civilization trapped in a prison of consistent redundancy?



Yet the city lives on?