Looming high above the early night, towers of neither love nor hate. They watch over as ants like me scurry home. Insignificant and lonely…

Great cities with great entrances are shadowed by the actual rotting flesh rarely seen by many. With this huge imposing symbol I stop to think if the path I travel would be even more frightening…

When one feels hungry it is natural to eat. This place of tastes serves the need for the time being. But God has said that “Man cannot live by bread alone…” And so I continue to walk.

As I walk down the very same path everyday, I fail to notice the simple pleasures of what the morning can bring. Though very urban, it somehow seems wonderful when nothing else is in the way.