The tall buildings are melting, or dancing. Something is either on fire or radiating its own orange glow. At the bottom left a large green animal paw is enclosed in a cage surrounded by faux-greek bank pillars. Orange streetlights diminish into the distance and the whole city is dripping and vivid and oozing and vital.
Memory remembers the most intense parts of an experience.
I rely on this theory. It gives me courage to exaggerate, because remembering is really very close to imagining.