Crowded Yet lost. Boring Yet quick. Repetative Yet compelling. Cool electricty flows through the bars. Twinkling light dribbles in tiny bursts.
Mechanic voices reign the air waves.
Regimental guards patrol the light. Spidery, biting, spears of lightning prick my fingers. Dry paper rubs my taste away. The same echo of life is heard. Down the steps RUnnING Up the steps, to meet it.